It was a strange night, there seemed to be a chill in the air. I was walking home just at dusk when suddenly some one jumped out, grabbed me, and held my hands tightly behind my back.

    Then he said "Come with me, or I’ll turn you in."

    I said, “Turn me in for what?”

    He said that I had committed a crime at the museum last night, and that he was going to send me to jail.

    “I don’t know what you are talking about,” I said. Suddenly I felt a chill race down my spine. I turned around and saw three men come racing after me. My first instinct was to run for the apartment I lived in, but I forgot that tons of police would be there. I had no place to go, no one to run to.

    I finally walked all the way across town to my friend Marie’s house. She let me in and I told her what happened. I asked her what I had done and she said that I was suspected of stealing a precious artifact from the museum. It was all over the newspapers and the police were on a hunt for me. Marie gave me something to eat and let me sleep there for the night.

    The next morning she sent me off because she knew the police would be coming soon to investigate. Later, that same man I had gotten away from the day before, found me. I tried to get away but I failed. This time he had me for good. The last word I heard from him was when he called some one on the phone and he said, “…Yes, this is Clyde…” After that he turned me in.

    I went to the juvenile jail. The food stunk and smelled bad. But the real mystery was that I knew I didn’t steal anything.

    “But if I didn’t who did?” I kept asking myself. When I stuck my hand in my pocket it was there, the artifact. There was a note with that had the letter “C” on it with ink smudges all over. I knew who it was but I had no evidence.

    That night when the guard was asleep I grabbed the key from him and left. I snuck over to that place I was the day before, and sure enough, there was the man I presumed to be Clyde. He was talking on the phone. I could barely make out what he was saying, “…Yeah I set the girl up, she and the FBI will never find out.”

“I wouldn't be so sure about that!” I whispered to myself.

    When he went to sleep I crept in and grabbed the note on the table. It would be my evidence. I sprinted with all my might to the police station. They tried to arrest me since I had escaped from prison.

    “WAIT, I have evidence!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. They paused and I described everything to them. Later I was taken to court, where they found Clyde guilty and he was taken to jail. I, on the other hand, was proven innocent. At last I was free!