I REACHED THE PARK AND LOOKED AROUND. THEN ROMAN JUMPED DOWN A TREE SO CASUALLY AS IF HE LIVES THERE. "HOW CAN YOU POSSIBLY JUMP DOWN A TREE, SO CASUALLY?" I INQUIRE. "WELL IT'S MY PERFECT PLACE FOR HIDING," HE REPLIED. I GAVE HIM A 'I AM NOT IMPRESSED' LOOK. "FROM DAVIS" ROMAN CLARIFIED. "DAVIS?" I HAD NO IDEA WHO DAVIS WAS. "MY UNCLE" ROMAN. WE WALKED OUTSIDE THE PARK. " ARE WE SUPPOSE TO WALK KEEP WALKING?" I ASKED. "OBVIOUSLY MR. JONZ DOESN'T LIVES IN A TREE, DOES HE?" ROMAN REPLIED. "UNLIKE YOU," I SAID. ROMAN POINTING TOWARDS A MANSION " WE ARE HERE". IT WAS THIS HUGE MANSION WITH A BIG GARDEN. "WHY WOULD HE TEACH, I MEAN SERIOUSLY LOOK AT THIS" I EXCLAIMED. THE GATE WAS UNLOCKED. "HE'S HERE" ROMAN WALKED IN FIRST. WE WENT INSIDE THE MANSION. NO NEIGHBOURS, NO PETS, JUST THE PUBLIC PARK INFRONT OF THE MANSION OF HORROR. THE LIGHTS WERE OFF, IT WAS DARK THE HALLWAY WAS FILLED WITH BOOKSHELVES. AFTER WALKING FOR A WHILE, WE SAW A ROOM. WHAT MADE THE ROOM ATTRACT US WAS THE LIGHTS. INSIDE THE ROOM WERE TWO MEN. ONE OF THEM OUR TEACHER, WHO WAS SWEATING AND CRYING, BEGGING FOR HIS LIFE. THE OTHER WAS THE BISHOP WITH A KITE STRING IN HIS HANDS. HE THEN TIED THE STRING AROUND HIS NECK. AFTER A COUPLE OF SECOND MR. JONZ STOPPED BREATHING. SPECIAL THANKS TO THE DUST, I STARTED SNEEZING. "WHO'S THERE!?" THE MAN SHOUTED. WE RAN IN THE HALLWAY AND HID BEHIND THE BOOKSHELVES. "GREAT JOB" ROMAN CLAPPED. I TURNED TO SEE WHERE THE KILLER WAS. HE WAS HOLDING A GUN. "HE'S GOT A GUN" I CRIED. "THEN WHAT DO YOU THINK HE'S GOT BUTTERFLIES! HE'S A KILLER!" ROMAN REPLIED. "I GOT A PLAN" I MOVED FORWARD, BUT ROMAN PULLED ME BACK. "NOT YOUR PLAN. THIS TIME WE WILL USE MINE," HE SAID. "AND WHAT IS THAT GENIUS?" I QUESTIONED. "YOU SEE THOSE BOOKSHELVES" HE WAS POINTING TOWARDS TWO BOOKSHELVES, OPPOSITE TO EACH OTHER. "YOU TAKE THE ONE ON THE RIGHT AND I'LL TAKE THE ONE ON THE LEFT. THEN AS HE FOLLOWS US WE WILL PUSH THEM ON HIM, GET IT" HE EXPLAINED. "BUT, WAIT!!. WHAT IF HE DIED?" I DISAGREED. "THEY'RE LIGHT LIVANA, THEY MAY CAUSE AN INJURY" ROMAN ASSURED. WE BOTH AGREED AND WENT ON DIFFERENT SIDES. AS HE WALKED WE PUSHED THE SHELVES. THEN WE HEARD A POLICE SIREN. "WHO CALLED THE POLICE?" I INQUIRED.
WE GOT OUT. BISHOP WAS ARRESTED. WE WERE TAKEN TO THE PARK AND ONE OF THE OFFICER HANDCUFFED US. "OFFICER, WHY IS IT THAT I HAVE HANDCUFFS?. IF YOU ARE ARRESTING US THEN I'LL LIKE TO SAY THAT HE'S THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MURDER. ARREST HIM, WHY ME?" I COMPLAINED. ROMAN CHUCKLED.
"I'M SORRY BUT YOU TWO HAVE TO WAIT HERE UNTIL YOUR PARENTS ARRIVE AND YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS," SAID THE OFFICER LOCKING THE HANDCUFFS, ONE ON ROMAN'S LEFT ARM TO THE BENCH AND HIS RIGHT ARM TO MINE. THEN WE ANSWERED A FEW QUESTIONS.
"THIS WAS YOUR PERFECT PLAN?!" ROMAN COMPLAINED.
"IT WAS UNTIL YOU RUIN IT!" I REPLIED
"MY DAY WAS PERFECTLY FINE UNTIL YOU RUINED IT!" ROMAN YELLED.
"REALLY! MY LIFE WAS PERFECTLY FINE UNTIL I MET YOU! AND NOW I AM SITTING ON THIS STUPID PARK BENCH BESIDE YOU IDIOT WITH MY HANDCUFFED TO YOURS! YOU RUINED MY PERFECT PLAN AND DIDN'T EVEN THANK ME" I YELLED
"THANK YOU!?" ROMAN, "FIRST THING I DIDN'T CALL THE POLICE, AND SECOND I SAVED YOUR LIFE YOU SHOULD THANK ME" ROMAN PROTESTS
"THANKYOU!" I SCORNED AND ROMAN STARTED LAUGHING. "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?. I AM YELLING AT YOU! AND THIS IS YOUR RESPONSE!" I CONTINUED YELLING. ROMAN KEPT LAUGHING "NO.....I JUST" HE LAUGHED. "I REALLY LIKE WATCHING YOU YELL, IT'S HILARIOUS" HE KEPT LAUGHING. "HILARIOUS!" I PUNCHED HIS ARM. "NO...IT'S LIKE ALL YOUR WORDS GO IN A STRAIGHT LINE WITH A HIGH AND LOW PITCH AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN REALIZED YOU'VE BEEN YELLING AT ME SINCE AN HOUR" ROMAN EXPLAINED.
"PARENTS! IF DAD SEES ME WHAT WILL-AM I GOING TO SAY THAT I WENT AFTER A PSYCHOPATH AND GOT COMPANY BY ANOTHER AND SAW SOMEONE DIE AND ALMOST GOT MY SELF KILLED!" I WAS TERRIFIED. "LEAVE THAT TO ME, I HAVE A PERFECT STORY" ROMAN ASSURED. "AND WHAT IS THAT?" I INQUIRED. "WHAT'S THE EVENT TODAY?" HE ASKED. "31ST OCTOBER, HELLOWEEN" I REPLIED. "AND WHAT DO KIDS DO ON HELLOWEEN?" HE ASKED WITH A SMILE. WHATEVER WAS INSIDE HIS HEAD I WAS SURE IT WASN'T A GOOD IDEA. 'TRICK OR TREAT' WAS THE FIRST THING THAT I THOUGHT. "NO..NO, NO! NO WAY" I DISAGREED. "CAN YOU SUGGEST SOMETHING ELSE" HE CHALLENGED.
"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO SAY. THAT WE WENT FOR TRICK OR TREAT AT THE AGE OF 17, DRESSED AS MORDEN SHERLOCK AND ENOLA HOLMES?" I DISAGREED.
PERFECT TIMING MY DAD ARRIVED 'GREAT I AM DEAD' I THOUGHT. "ROMAN" CALLED A MAN IN A FINE BLACK SUIT. "DAVIS" ROMAN ROLLED HIS EYES. THE MAN CAME CLOSER "DISAPPOINTMENT" HE SAID. "THIS IS YOUR UNCLE?" I ASKED ROMAN. "AND WHO ARE YOU?"DAVIS TURNED TOWARDS ME "LIVANA, LIVANA BERK" I REPLIED WITH CONFIDENCE. "RICK'S DAUGHTER" HE RECOGNIZED. ROMAN AND I, WE WERE PERPLEXED. "GOOD TO SEE YOU DAVIS" MY DAD AND ROMAN'S UNCLE WERE SHAKING HANDS AS IF THEY WERE LONG TIME FRIENDS. THEY WERE CALLED BY AN OFFICER. AFTER THEY LEFT WE STARTED LAUGHING. REASON INSIDE JOKES.
WE WERE DRIVING BACK HOME. "TRICK OR TREAT, AT 17? REALLY?" MY DAD CLEARLY WASN'T SATISFIED WITH OUR ANSWER. "YES, IF YOU CAN WATCH TOM AND JERRY, THEN...THEN WE CAN GO FOR TRICK OR TREAT"I REPLIED. "WAIT UNTIL YOU SEE YOUR MOM'S REACTION"WE GOT OUT. AS SOON AS WE ENTERED THE DARKNESS "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?" ASKED MRS.BERK. CLICK! SHE TURNED ON THE LIGHTS. "I SAID WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?, BOTH OF YOU!!" SHE SEEMED ANGRY. "LIV YOU MUST BE TIRED, GO. UPSTAIRS, "MY DAD SAID AND I RAN UP STAIRES. "DINNER?" HE ASKED MY MON. "IT'S IN THE KITCHEN," SAID MOM AND LEFT.
THE NEXT MORNING, ON THE TABLE EVERYONE WERE BUSY EATING. "AHEM.."AUNT NATASHA CLEARS THROAT. "LAST NIGHT I DIDN'T RECEIVE AN CANDY," SHE SAID. "I GUESS LIV HAD ALL THE CANDY FOR HERSELF," SHAWNA SAID AND EVERYONE STARTED LAUGHING. "TRICK OR TREAT AT 17"LAUGHED NINA. "SERIOUSLY!!!" I KEPT YELLING BUT EVERYONE KEPT LAUGHING.