On an icy cold evening I was skiing down Broadway and this little girl came out of nowhere and went flying past. I had my pole out ready to go down. Boom, my ski pole when straight into her cold skin. Ow! she yelled
That was the end of poor little Rose Gardner.
I picked her up and skied down. I looked up and blood was all over the mountain. I threw my skis off and got in my car. I zoomed to my house with her in the car and put her in my basement.
Suddenly there was a knock, knock, knock at the front door. I slammed the basement door and locked it so whoever was at the door would not find the body. Then I opened the front door and it was the police.
“We have to search your house,” they said.
They looked everywhere. They tried to open the locked basement door and they said, “Can we have the key?”
I said. “Ya sure”
I got the key and they opened the door. There was no body. Then they opened the boiler. All there was inside were ashes. Where was the body? I thought in my head.
“All clear” they said
“Ok. What was going on?” I whispered under my breath. they heard me and they then knew it was me.
I thought they would put me in jall for 3 years. I Went to court and they said guilty or not Guilty?
I said “Not Guilty”
“Why are you not guilty?”
“Because it wasn’t my fault I was going down the mountain and she came flying past my pole and it went into her skin and boom, blood was everywhere.” I explained.
“Ok ok” The judge responded “I will give you 1 year off jail time”
Creak the door flew open and I yelled “I didn’t mean to kill her.”