You’re a rowdy teenager to say the very least, a menace to be around. You’ve been in the papers multiple times for the row of crimes you’ve committed, and you’ve certainly managed to catch the eye of police officers. They often shoot you dirty looks or pay extra attention to you whenever you’re out in the streets, even in broad daylight.

But tonight you managed to slip away, breaking the display window in front of a local grocery store and slipping in, stealing a few things before residing up on top of a building nearby. Not exactly the smartest spot to hide as you can hear the sirens approaching, watching the police cars surround the building and scout the area.

You’re so focused on the scene in front of you you don’t even notice the footsteps coming up behind you, until a rough hand grabs your arm and cuffs it, causing you to lose grip of the spoon you’ve been eating the stolen ice cream with. He’s holding the other side in his other hand. “Got you.” He gives you a coy smile, his voice gruff before he pulls you up into a standing position and cuffs your other hand.

“Might’ve gotten away the other times, but you ain’t slipping past me.” He laughs, towering over you as he leads you down the stairs. “Hope you enjoy juvie, kid.” The officer chuckles again before speaking into his radio, informing his colleagues that he’s got you.