Jackson was waiting by the fountain when his worst nightmare came true. He had been spotted. He was walking up to the fountain when he saw a police officer. He tried to look in the other direction, but he had already been seen. He heard the officer shout for him to stay there. Jackson did exactly the opposite. He sped off, hearing the police officer’s whistle. He didn’t care though; he had to get out of here. Jackson turned down an alley, hearing the police officer’s whistle screeching behind him. It reminded of the time he irritated Livertongue and heard her screech like that. He kept running, thinking about Jayson at the orphanage. Was he all right? His thoughts soon ended when he tripped over a garbage bag. He fell flat on his face. He picked himself up and started to run again. The officer was closer now, much closer, Jackson put on an extra boost of speed and sprinted off. He looked back and saw the police man stop. Jackson grinned and slowed down a little bit. He was surprised; he hadn’t even left the area around the fountain. He had gone in a circle. He walked over and sat on a bench by the fountain. Jackson rubbed his nose and pulled back his hand bloody. He remembered when he fell and hoped it wasn’t broken. He opened his backpack to see if he had any tissues. Apparently, it wasn’t on the list.
“Hey, Jackson, there ya are! Been lookin for ya forever!”
Jackson saw the man he met earlier come up to meet him. “Hi, did you give Jayson the message?”
“No, I just went for a joy walk,” he said sarcastically. “Of course I did. There’s ‘bout thirty kids wantin out.”
“Good, half than what I thought it would be. By the way, what’s your name? You never told me.”
He sighed. “It’s Tyson. Tyson Frederickson. Any more questions ya wanna ask?”
“No need to be so stingy. You know my name so it’s only fair that I know your name. For future reference of course.”
“Hmph, I’m anything but stingy. You need to learn to respect your elders.”
“Sorry gramps. Shall I speak up so you can hear me?”
Tyson lunged at Jackson and tried to grab his arm. Jackson danced out of the way.
“Missed me. Try again.”
They spent a while tussling with each other. Finally, Tyson was able to grab his arm and wrench it behind his back. “Not bad for an old man eh? What do ya say to that?”
Jackson twisted out of it and stood in front of him. He had a taunting look on his face. “Not bad, but I’m afraid I need to go start planning’. See ya later.”
“Hey! You aint goin anywhere without me, remember?”
Jackson sighed. “Fine, but stay out of my way. I’ll be running around a lot and I’ll be everywhere. Trying to get a hiding place for nearly thirty kids still is going to be tricky.”
“Whatever ya say you’re Majesty, I’ll do whatever you say.”
Tyson was left talking as Jackson walked off. “I promise to do- HEY! Wait for me!”
Jackson shook his head at him, what had he gotten into?
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