Martin Martyr
Jun 21, 20211 min
8:25am
The Officer pushes McKayla into the back of the squad car by her head and closes the door quickly behind her.
“Hey! Let me out of here! You can’t do this to me!” The sound of McKayla’s muffled voice from inside the car can be heard by the civilians on the street as the Officer opens the driver’s side door and enters the vehicle. The rude man from the street is still laughing at the humorous turn of events for poor McKayla. He quickly approaches the back window and bends over to see a handcuffed McKayla sitting in the back. McKayla leans forward and glares back at him with daggers in her eyes as he returns the favor by giving McKayla the finger from the outside of the car.
“You piece of shi…. Ugh!” McKayla exclaims in frustration, but then cuts herself off because she knows that there is nothing more that she can do aside from sitting in the back of the car with her wrists cuffed behind her back. She rolls her eyes and sighs with frustration as she sits back in her seat and looks forward out the front windshield. The Officer starts the engine of the vehicle, puts the car in drive and accelerates onto the street toward the police precinct.