Orlando stood gazing down at his feet. The officer cleared his throat, bringing Orlando ’s attention back to him. “Look kid, I don’t know what’s going on with you, but do not waste the time and expense of our department with false reports.” Orlando didn’t know how to respond. He saw a guy shoot another guy right here in this spot. He didn’t make it up. As luck would have it, at that moment his grandfather arrived from the hardware store, as did the movers. The officer wasted no time telling his grandfather the reason for his visit. Orlando didn’t want to hear it. He went back inside and up the stairs to his room. Upon slamming his door, he shot his radio with one look; it immediately turned on with the volume up high. Falling backwards on his bed, he waited for his grandfather to bang on his door to find out what all that...
Author of Young Adult, Fantasy and Sci-fi