My nickname is A.P.I. and this is my story.
One morning, I met up with Jay and Aver (who was once again stuffing himself on biscuits). We strolled down the street passing Colo Rolo and Blocky Mocas. Our aim is to find the new game console (X-Com 44), when Jay remembered he had to buy his mum a present for her birthday, which was tomorrow. We, as his friends, were dragged along too. We went into the Jeweller's with him and looked at a pedestal, where we had known a diamond should have sat but, to our surprise, it was gone!
Jay suggested that we told one of the police officers guarding the place. I ran after Jay, but tripped on my own shoelace. The guard, a plump looking man called Darrel Daykin gave out a great cry:
"STOP THE THIEF!"
I couldn't believe my ears. He thought I was the thief! Me! The quiet one in the corner who had never achieved anything above average. Even as he slapped the silver handcuffs onto my wrists and marched me away, I thought there must have been some mistake. This couldn't be happening! Meanwhile, back in the Jeweller's, a Policewoman called Kate was arresting Jay, shaking her head and looking disgusted at his supposed crime.
"You're another suspect, boy." She snarled aggressively.
Only Aver was left alone, as he had been daydreaming and probably didn't even notice as we were marched out of the shop. He was too busy looking at the other jewels on display.
I was fighting Darrel's grip and Jay was fighting Kate, but it was no use. They threw us into the police car. During the ride to the station I probably blacked out or something. Some hours later, I woke up in court, surrounded by silent emptiness. My lawyer was inexplicably asleep, and I was so exhausted that, a few minutes later, I joined him. The next time I woke up, Judge Josh was placidly listening to the manager's angry voice, and it wasn't looking too good for me. A few more hours of sweaty anxiety, and I was feared by all who knew me as 'The Great Diamond Thief' I tried to explain how wrong they were, not that it did me any good. Before I knew it, I had been sentenced to sixteen years at Parkside Prison, with no parole.
My day just had to keep getting worse and worse, didn't it?