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From
"Staying Alive"
by
Heather Marie
Margaitis
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Okay,
here I go,
he thought. He killed the engine and hurled himself out
of the
vehicle.
"Help me," he screamed and ran towards
Officer Briggs.
Jimmy Briggs had just hoisted his own bulky frame out
of his cruiser when he
heard the shout. He looked up and saw a teenager running
toward him, thrashing
his hands about in the air and crying. Out of habit,
Jimmy’s right hand went
to his gun and drew it out of his holster.
"Stop right there," he ordered. "Get
down on the pavement, and place your hands
behind your back."
Kenny collapsed, sobbing on the road and curled into
a fetal position, disobeying
the cop’s request. He was a mess, unable to comprehend
anything except
his own fear. "He’s got a gun. Quickly, hurry,
before he kills us."
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