When My Friend Found Something Weird
It was a sunny afternoon and I was dying for ice-cream. I had no idea what was going to happen that day. I was just about to give up searching for ice-cream money when my friend called me. She sounded really anxious.
“ You’ve got to get down here! Now!!!!” she said, gasping for breath.
“What is it? I really don’t want to waste time playing some dumb game or looking at road kill.” I said, remembering the time she called in third grade, wanting me to come see the squirrel that had been run over in front of her driveway.
“You’ve got get down here! Come see! Come see it!” and then she hung up.
“What does she want?” I muttered as I hopped on to my bike and started heading over to her house. She was sitting on her porch when I got there. She looked very pale and worried.
“It’s ‘bout time!” she said, standing up. “Come on, I found it over here,”
She led me into a small clearing in the woods next to her house. “Look!” she said, pointing at a black shape a little farther back into the woods. I walked a little father out. She whimpered.
“Stop being such a baby!” I hissed. I crept up to the shape, being cautious in case it tried to attack me. When I got closer, I realized it was just a normal suitcase. “What’s so weird?”
“Open it,” she whispered. I flipped up the lid. Brilliant green notes gleamed in my eyes.
“It’s money,” I said, gasping the same way she had when she called.
“I wonder how much it is,” my friend whispered.
We had just started counting when we heard footsteps. A voice that must have belonged to these feet echoed into the clearing. “Who’s there? I know someone’s out there! Show yourselves!” said a crackly voice.
“It’s my neighbor, Mr. Smith. You don’t wanna mess with this old dude!” my friend said in a small voice, she was obviously scared.
“Then run!” I said. I snatched up the suitcase and tore though the bushes; the last thing I wanted was some old dude finding our treasure.
“What are you doing?” My friend called out. She was right behind me, her face shining with tears.
“I’m saving our fortune!” I yelled back at her as I swatted away branches and cobwebs.
“I want to put it back! It’s not right to steal!” She said, cuts all over her face from a thorn bush. “I’m stopping here!” she said, sitting down on a nearby stump.
“Ugh! Hurry up he get us!” I said. But no later then the words were out of my mouth, a firm grim formed around my arm. I gulped and turned up to look at the wrinkled face.
“Well, well, well, what have we got here?”
“I’m telling you, we didn’t steal it!” I shouted. Mr. Smith had pulled us into his house that smelled of cabbage. Alex was silently crying on the couch. Her lap was soaked with tears.
She had had a fit on the way here, screaming, crying and kicking. But it was no use; he had a strong grip, so she just resolved into silently crying.
“A likely story,” he said, walking away. He came back with the phone.
“What are you gonna do, call our mommies?” I sneered. He frowned at me. He had no phone book, and I had never seen him in my life, how would how would he know my phone number? I watched carefully as he dialed the numbers. 9-1-1! I started screaming. My friend sat on the couch, sobbing so hard that her face was tomato-red.
“Stop! We didn’t do anything!” I cried. He looked at me in a menacing way.
Then I heard, “Hello? What is your emergency?”
He paused for a moment then smiled and said, “I caught some thieves red-hand, found ‘em with a suitcase full of money,” There was silence for a moment, then,
“We’ll be right there,”
When the police had arrived, we had to answer a series of questions.
“Did you know that the money was someone else’s?”
“Then why did you take it?”
“We thought no one wanted is,”
And so on. After about 56 questions more, something really weird happened. There was a loud BANG! And the window nearest to the couch shattered, adding more cuts and bruises to the old ones my friend had. We screamed as someone jumped through it and grabbed the valuable suitcase from the policemen.
“So long suckers!” He cried in a deep voice. Then he wrestled the two policemen and Mr. Smith, knocking them out.
“Get him!” I shouted. We lunged forward and wrestled him until the police woke up, who then took out some handcuffs and clipped them onto the bad guy. In all this commotion, the news reporters started swarming the house accompanied by an ice-cream man, who took the money from the police men and came over to thank us.
“Thanks girls,” he said, shaking each of our hands, “It was my money from the whole summer!” He was a round, cheery man with a round red face and a button nose. He looked like how Santa would. (If he were real.)
“Wait, you earn that much?” I asked rudely. But he obviously didn’t mind me being rude, in fact he smiled.
“Yep, them kids love me on the hot days, each ice-cream is 25 cents at my van, 75% lower than at the store,” He paused. “Ya know, I really owe you,”
We both blushed as we said, “It was nothing, really. We don’t deserve a reward,” Although, I secretly thought we deserved that suitcase, it should be our (or my,) reward money. I mean, it’s not everyday you catch a robber dude!
“No really, I want to give free ice-cream anytime you want!!!” he said.
“Thanks! Can I have a fudge ripple?” I asked hopefully.
“Sure thing, little lady, here ya go,” He said as he reached into his van behind him and pull out a scoop of fudge ripple on a large cone.
“Thanks!” I said as I lapped it up happily. My friend frowned.
“Can I have a popsicle?” she asked. She was eyeing the sign with the new rainbow pop on it.
“‘O ‘course!” he said, handing her one of the most colorful food I’ve ever seen. She smiled as she bit into it. Her mouth turned red and purple. We all laughed merrily.
Yeah, I remember that day as if it were yesterday, oh yeah, it was! Well, did you like my story? Whenever I think about it, my stomach lurches, I can’t even look at ice-cream or popsicles anymore, I’ve had more ice-cream than most people have had in their whole lifetime! Well, see ya!!!