- Intro – Chase
- Rising action – Alex
- Climax – Evan
- Falling action – Arianna
- Resolution – Sarah
Blood, blood everywhere. Possum Peter was lying in the street, dead. All I could think to myself is, ‘it’s too early for this’. It was 6:30 in the morning. I stood there for about 5 more minutes just staring at the corpse before I finally went inside, grabbed my phone, and called 911. My son, Raccoon Raj woke up to the commotion I was making in the kitchen. I swiftly picked him up to hopefully protect him from seeing the dead body. It took about 5 more minutes for the ape medics to arrive and officially declare the poor possum as dead. I’d notice as well that just about the entire neighborhood had woken up to find out why there were sirens outside, all except Franky Fox.
As the ape medics had put the body bag over the possum, the whole street was full of commotion as he was taken away. There was small talk up and down the street and the big topic was where in the world is Franky Fox? Franky is usually always around, friendly as ever with all of the neighbors. As everyone continued to talk during this hard time, people began to mention a few suspicious actions that Franky had done throughout the past few months. The investigators eventually showed up. The first people they went to were the Possums parents and began to ask questions about how he died, and more specifically why it happened. Minutes and hours went by, neighbors began to fade away back in their houses, still upset obviously. But no one knew where Franky Fox was.
Furthermore, the police, the townspeople, and I sent out on a man hunt to find Franky Fox and what had happened to him. While most doubted Franky, I on the other hand wanted to make sure that he was okay and wasn’t another victim of what had happened. So they all sent towards the woods on a man hunt, they searched for hours and hours until the late night. Until I heard from behind a bush “pssshhh! Over here.” It was Franky! He was found at last or at least I thought. As I approached the bush I noticed an open hatch next to a pile of leaves and was quickly pulled in by Franky. Franky started to plead his case about how he had to hide because he knew the town would blame the killing on him and he would spend the rest of his life in prison. I obviously started to freak out but tried to help my friend. We talked for about another hour or so about how to help him get out of this situation. Until I thought to myself how he was the first one at the scene of the crime, and when the others came to check up on what had happened no one had an idea where Franky was. So if he has been hiding for this long there was no way the people could have told him. Which left the fact that he had been at the crime scene before me. As he sat in silence and shock Franky pulled out a massive butcher knife with blood on it and smashed it on the table. I realized what situation he had put himself in…
I knew I couldn’t let him continue to do this, so even though I thought we were friends he was betraying his entire town. I remembered the knife I put in my back pocket, once Franky got close enough I stabbed him right in between his ribs, he went to the ground. This was my chance to escape, when all of a sudden his whole army came out and I realized i’m outnumbered. I decide to try and make a deal with Franky, but he doesn’t seem like he wants me alive with the information I know. I would call for backup but I knew they wouldn’t get here in time, I fought off as many as I could until there were just too many. The last thing I remember is getting knocked out, I woke up to banging on the cell door offering me food. I was so confused, why am I the one in prison and not Franky. Ducky Detective pulled me out of my cell and asked, “How could you have murdered Peter.” I thought to myself why would they think I killed him. Ducky continued to explain how “I” killed Possum Peter. He said my finger prints on the murder weapon.
Ducky Detective took me into this small room with a table and chair and told me I was about to be questioned for the murder of Possum Peter. The murder weapon had been found with my finger prints! How could it be? I was being framed! I explained how I saw Franky Fox sneaking away into a small hatch in the woods, and that he was the guilty one. So they sent out a team of police to go check it out. After an hour went by Ducky came back and said there was no sign of any hatch, and that I was in big trouble. I asked to see the murder weapon and when they brought it out I realized that it was my knife. I told him that it was my knife and to compare it to the wound on Possum Peter and sure enough it wasn’t the same knife. While the detectives were leaving the morgue they saw a strange animal across the street watching them. He had on a big hat and sunglasses to hide his identity. They went over to talk to him but he started to run. The chase had begun. Through the town, down back allies, and finally into the woods they chased this mystery man. When they finally caught up to him they realized it was Franky Fox and in his hand was a large knife! He was immediately arrested for the murder of Possum Peter, and I was released from my jail cell. When questioned he pleaded guilty and was sentenced to life in prison.
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