(I wrote all of these at school lmao I'm posting them now

Btw this one doesn't have an ending so I did something stupid)

You sit on your motorcycle, a blank expression on your face. It's dark. Only a few cars are in the parking lot. You're just thinking quietly, which you don't do a lot. You've traveled the world. You've seen all of the rebels and still you don't feel like one of them. Who cares about that, anyway? You're the best fucking rebel in the world.

With a sudden smile on your face, you get off of your motorcycle. Time to get some money for free. Taking off the pocket knife from your belt you start walking up and away.

"Nice ride," a voice calls out to you, "and nice knife." When you turn around you see a man standing near your bike. He continues to talk,

"what are you going to do with it?" He asks. His blue eyes are louder than any words he speaks. Your teeth clench before you respond.

"Why should I tell you?" You snap. The man only smirks back.

"I'm just curious because - well, you see, this isn't the best area and you don't look like the best person."

"What makes you better than me?"

"I don't have a knife in my hand." His words echo in your head. You chuckle as you put the knife back in your belt. "Fair?" You let out.

"What are you doing here?" You ask him.

"Arresting people like you," he admits as he walks over to you.

plotwist bitch

And then he arrests you and then you two get married merry ending