The Phone Call
I, a tall 16 year old girl with black hair and blue streaks, woke up to the loud ring of my phone.
"Hello?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes tiredly. "Yes this is Raven Parker, Who is this?" I stopped rubbing my eyes and sat up. "W-why are the police calling me at 3 in the morning?" I questioned. "Yes I know Dexter. What about him?" I dropped the phone when they gave an answer. I quickly scrambled to pick up the phone.
"What do you mean he's been arrested? Why?" I put the phone on speaker and frantically got dressed. "I'll be right there" I hung up the phone while putting my leg in my favourite pair of black, faded skinny jeans with two large holes in the knees. I threw on a neon orange and yellow T-shirt and my black hoodie and ran down the stairs. I grabbed my car keys to my silver mazda 3 and headed to the police station.
When I opened the door, I saw my best friend Dexter, a tall 16 year old boy with dark brown hair styled in a foe-hawk, sitting on a chair, in the interigation room, with his hands cuffed behind his back.