I was standing in front of an ice cream place waiting for my boyfriend, Kaleb, to finish getting his ice cream. He finally finished after, like, ten minutes of considering his choices. We climbed into his car and drove back to my house.

As the hour neared eight o’clock, I told him I was tired and wanted to go to bed. He kissed me goodnight and drove away. As soon as he was gone, I put on my tennis shoes, grabbed my purse, and walked to the nearest bookstore. I was in the mood for a really good book, and was thanking God that it was still daylight.

After finding no good books at the local bookstore, I headed home.

I was turning a corner, when someone snatched my purse from off my arm. “Hey!” I shouted. The guy began to run off and I followed him. I was on my school track team and was pretty fast.

The guy ran into an alleyway and I followed.

“That’s my purse!” I exclaimed. “Duh,” he replied. “Give it back!” I shouted. “No, I don’t think I will,” he replied with a smirk – at least, I think it was a smirk. “I’ll fight you!” He looked at me and burst out laughing. “You? Fight me? Ha!” I held up my fists ready to start a fight.

“Oh my God, that’s not how you punch,” he said. “What?” I asked. “You don’t tuck in your thumbs; you’d just break ‘em,” he explained. “Oh,” I replied. I untucked (A/N I know that’s not a word. It is in my world) my thumbs, moved a little closer, and punched him in the face.

He fell to the ground, unconscious. I smiled proud of myself. He was a really stupid thief. I mean, he told me how to punch!

I took my purse from his hand, pulled out my phone, and dialed 911.

The police came about fifteen minutes later. “What’s your name, kid?” the officer asked. “Tara Michaels,” I replied. “Good job at knocking him out, Tara,” he said. “Thanks,” I replied. The police handcuffed the guy so that when he woke up he wouldn’t escape or anything like that. “Do you gotta ride, kid?” The officer asked. “Um, I’ll just call my boyfriend,” I replied. “Alright,” the officer replied.

I dialed Kaleb’s number. “Hello?” he asked groggily as if he had been sleeping. “Oh, God, did I wake you up?” I asked. “No,” he replied. “What’s wrong?” “I need you to pick me up,” I answered. “Pick you up?” “Yeah, I took a walk to the bookstore. I’ll tell you the whole story when you come,” I explained. “Where are you?” “The bookstore!” I exclaimed. “Sorry, I’ll be there in seven minutes minimum,” he replied. Then he hung up. He was always precise.

Kaleb came in exactly seven minutes.

“Okay, so what happened?” he asked as I climbed into his car. I told him the story and he had a worried expression on his face, but when I told him about how the guy helped me with the punch, he laughed. I laughed along with him; it was pretty funny.

“Are you okay?” he asked when we were on my front porch. He was hugging me and playing with my brown hair. “I am perfectly fine,” I answered with a smile. “Good,” he kissed me, and said goodnight once again.