• "Run!" Bella Screamed. "Run for your life!" It was a dark and stormy night. Bella and her friend Clair had just came home from picking up Clair's stuff from her house. "Lets check out the shoe store," Said Bella. "Come on, Clair. "Nobody's there. Anyway, they are only building it. We won't get caught." "Sure" Clair replied. And into the shoe store they went. Wood every where. Planks of metal on the the walls. They even had a soda machine ready to be used. Thanks to Bella and Clairs "Great" Idea, they were in this horrid mess. "Grab my hand, Clair. Come on! Hurry! He's coming!" Bella shouted. Clair grabed Bella's hand and they both ran to the EXIT. "Hold it right there, young ladies," Said I gruff voice. "Mr. Jakson. Head of the Police. I was just checking out the place when I heard you two. Care to explain?" He said. "Yeah...Im Clair and this is Bella. There was something coming. It was like chasing us." Clair said. "Dont joke, young lady!" He said back with his tone fierce. "We arent joking, Mr!" Said Bella madly. Bella gritted her teeth. She hated when people was rude, and called her friends lairs. "Do you young ladies need a ride?" He said ignoring Bella. "Yes, please." Said Clair who was usally polite unlike her best friend, Bella. Mr. Jakson lead the two girls to his police car that was right infront of the building. "Here is my car. Get in. Bella where do you live?" Mr. Brown had said. But to Bella and Clair it was all a blur.