Once upon a time, there were three cops that lived in a big brick jail. They each were good friends, and they each took a shift to watch the jail at different times.

One day, someone was sneaking into the jail to find something to eat. Her name was Silverlocks. Well, not really. Everyone just called her that because she had the most grey hair any fifteen year old could have. She looked through the window into the jail, her stomach grumbling. She saw something that made her stomach ache for food: pizza. She had a master plan. She would sneak through the vents.

Luckily, she was skinny enough—from not eating—to fit perfectly into the vent. If she was just an inch bigger, she would be stuck. Well, there was no turning back now! Silverlocks climbed through the vents, feeling a tiny bit of claustrophobia. As she neared the end of the vent, she noticed something. There were two cops. Her mind made up thousands of scenarios that all frightened her. She could sneak through the vent, taking another fifty minutes. She could also make a noise, and distract the cops. She could wait, but if any cop even glanced her way, she would be done. She shrunk back into the vent.

“Hey, Joe. We’re running low on donuts. I’m going to Tim Hortons to get some more,” one cop said.

“Okay, Peter. I’m actually going to fetch Hank. I’ll be back here in ten minutes. You?” the other cop—who was called Joe—asked.

“Same. I’m going to be back in about fifteen minutes.” Peter answered.

Silverlocks sighed.

“Hank, what was that noise?” Silverlocks almost died inside.

“I don’t know…” Peter hesitated for a moment. “Maybe it’s just the air conditioner.”

“Yeah. See you later!”

“Bye!” They both walked out of the room, and went separate ways.

Silverlocks was so happy that they left. She almost cried in excitement, but stopped herself. If there were cameras, she would need to be sneaky. She spotted a camera, and it was turning left and right. It was only then that she looked around the room. It was a square room, and it was filled with items: a pool table, three couches, a couple of tables with chairs, and some security cameras. Then she spotted something that made her scream excitedly. A fridge! A real fridge! She hadn’t even eaten in days! She ran over to a desk, willing herself to try each food, each couch, and each chair. She sat down in the chair that was closest to the desk. She sat down and looked at a label. This desk belonged to Hank. She almost laughed. The chair was so big that she could fit two dining chairs in it. She glanced at the spaghetti on the table and tried it. The spaghetti was so gross. It tasted like saliva. She immediately spit it out. Then, she noticed the temperature of the chair. She was sweaty.

“Too hot!” she cried. She jumped out of the chair, clutching her bottom.

She sat down in Peter’s chair and looked at his food. It was the pizza that she saw earlier. She took a bite and spit it out. She cried out in alarm. The pizza tasted like rotten fish mixed with wood. Her teeth burned from the temperature from the pizza, and her arms felt frozen.

“Hmm…” she said as she stood up from the chair. “They have chair heaters!” At last, she sat down in Joe’s chair. It was warm. Perfectly warm. She still shivered at the thought of the cold chair. Silverlock’s eyes widened. The food that was on the table—it was ramen. It hadn't been eaten yet. She opened the plastic lid and slurped all of it up, not bothering to use chopsticks. She marveled at the taste of the ramen. It was perfectly warm, the soup had the best amount of salt, ever. She had never tasted anything this good.

She noticed that she was tired, and slouched onto a couch. She sank all of the way, touching the ground. It felt like it was made of air. The couch exploded. Not actually exploded, but it broke open, and the air was seeping out of it. She stood up and tried the other couch, and it felt as hard as a rock.

“I’ve slept on a real rock for days, and this feels more rocklike than any rock I’ve slept on!” she yelled.

She stood up onto the last couch, Joe’s couch. It was soft, but not too soft. It was hard, but not too hard—it was perfect.

She looked at the nice clock that was hung up in the room and screamed. It was about thirteen minutes since the cops had left. The cops walked into the room and closed the door behind themselves.

“Ahh!” she cried, frightened out of her wits.

“She ate our food!” Hank yelled.

“She broke my couch!” Peter cried.

“Get her!” Joe shouted.

“You’ll never get me, Joe.”

“What?” Joe said.

“Joe mama.” Silverlocks said, bursting the door open. The cops chased her, but they could not find her. She was never seen again.

To be Continued…