I ran, not because of her words, but because of the knife in her hand. The problem was that I ran in the wrong direction. Instead of turning back I had gone further into this colorful neighborhood. If there ever was a moment to start panicking, it was then and so I did. I was flipping so hard that I didn't notice the police car pulling up next to me. Before I knew what was happening, I was pushed into the car by a police woman. She hadn't cuffed me. Not that it was necessary. With those heels, I couldn't have outrun a snail. Being at the back of the car had a strangely calming effect. At least I was safe, well from the world outside anyway. Now I had to deal with a fierce-looking police woman. I just had to tell her what had happened. It took the whole ride to make her stop laughing. She turned around, facing me with a smile.
"That's a nice excuse. I haven't heard that one before. I never guessed that you were one of that type of a girl. You look even better than my nice and she's a model. Well she tries to be."
"I'm not. Like I said, this wasn't my choice. they made me. This is not what I want to be. I just want to get home and change."
"Sure. Whatever you say, but you can't go home yet. You have to stay for the night. We have a nice cell for a girl like you."