Chapter 4

Why on Earth were those police cars chasing us?! Man, I don't know what's up with all the sirens and police cars today, but it sure is starting to freak me out!

"Duck, kid! Lay down on the seat!" the man demanded, sounding panicky.

"Why?" I asked. I was starting to cry.

"Ugh! Listen to me! Just lay down and cover yourself with whatever you see back there! And quickly!

I was sobbing by now. This guy must be a criminal! The car, the police, me being kidnapped, EVERYTHING! This freak must have broken out of jail, or something close to that! My point is, I have to find a way to escape without this freakazoid knowing!

(Man, I seriously need to come up with a name for this guy 'cause I have given him like twenty names already!) Anyway; Back to topic!

I immediately found a quilt and bunched it over my body so it looked like there was just a piled, bunched up heap in the backseat.

We finally pulled over, or it felt like we did. I poked an eensy, weensy, little hole into the quilt so I could peek through it. I saw the man putting on a fake mustache and big, squarish, 80's sunglasses. Oh, man! He looked like Billy Ray Cyrus, when he's dressed up on Hannah Montana! Boy, is that dorky!? A cop was heading towards the car.

"May I see a license, please?" the cop asked. The man handed the cop Andrew Johnson's license. Andrew had on the exact same mustache and sunglasses in his picture. This man must have looked at the license ahead of time and observed the picture. Oh, so clever! This cop was pretty dang stupid to fall for that! I mean, come on! This dude looked nothing like Andrew Johnson! The police man took the license to his car for a minute. Once he came back, he asked the man to get out of the car for a moment. The police officer started talking to the man. I heard the door slam shut. I took the quilt off my body. I was sweating and my face was red. Man, that quilt would definitely keep you warm at night! You'd probably comfortable for only at least an hour, even if you were extremely cold! I saw the man with a piece of paper tucked in between his fingers. I had to think and observe for a minute. Well, the police had to talk to him, he was going pretty dang fast, hmmm, it's a ticket! The police were chasing us, this guy zoomed, I had to hide under a roasting quilt, and the moment got all dramatic, for this guy to get a speeding ticket?!?! Oh my gosh! How stupid!