One day I was walking home from school until I was in the middle of the road and I heard a loud siren. I turned and a police car hit me and I was hanging on the siren. They were going at least 200 km/hr. I felt like there was about 20 or maybe 30 police cars behind me. Why are there so many police cars after one person? I know. It must be because of my dad. He's a super-criminal and I was on the Chief of Police's car. My mum was a superhero. They were in battle. Then I only just heard some kind of jey fly past. Wait, that's no jet. That's my mum wearing tights!
To be continued...
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