Wondering {open}

Something soft falls into my grip most suddenly, after someone bumped into me. Startled, I looked at the cheese in my hand. The cheese is squishy, so I squeeze it. It's only then do I realise this cheese isn't mine. I look around me and see only peacekeepers, and a few stall keepers. I notice the cheese man looking significantly stressed, before he looked directly at me. I just stood there, with the ball of white cheese in the palm of my hand. The cheese man furrows his eyebrows, before storming over to the nearest peacekeeper, who seemed to be eating a fruit of some kind. The peacekeeper looks at me, before obediently nodding and marched over to me.

"Excuse me, miss. May I ask where you got this cheese from?"

I stare at the peacekeeper. He has a mop of brown hair which is just visible beneath this hard helmet. His eyes seem to be a murky shade of brown, and they were boring into my eyes. I realise with a gasp that this cheese was stolen, so I begin to do the thing that I do best.

"This cheese? You see sir, that is the predicament. My mind has no specific knowledge of where this cheese came from. One moment I was stood here, thinking about how handsome and heroic men look in a helmet, and the next this fine piece of dairy was in my hand! I suspect that this was planted here for you to find, then I would be in deep trouble. Oh, I swear I didn't steal this cheese. I would never do such a thing! My parents own many factories around this well protected district and are very high up! If I wanted cheese all I would need to do is go home and get it out of my kitchen, there is no need to steal when you have it at home! I promise I did not steal this!"

I smiled at the peacekeeper seductively, but feigned complete confusion.

"And besides, I hate cheese," I added for the extra effect.

I was only then that I noticed the boy that lingered around the stalls. My mind flashed back to the bump with someone, and I recognised his face, "I think it is him you are looking for," I said smoothly and surely, "He planted it in my hand for his own childish amusement, but I am above that kind of behaviour!"

The peacekeeper blinked a few times, before regaining his thoughts. He then looked at the boy and nodded, "Ok miss, I'll go and investigate," He seemed a bit confused to me, like he wasn't quite sure what to think, "And a little flattery does go a long way," he winked at me sharply before spinning on his heels and walking towards the boy.

I can hardly breathe. My mind seemed to have fogged up and my thoughts of rational behaviour was swept away. I glowered at the boy who blames me to theft, and followed the peacekeeper with a look of anger planted on my face, "You bastard," I muttered quietly.

The peacekeeper looked at me, "Pardon miss, did you say something?" He asked frowning.

"No, I didn't say anything at all!" I said smiling at him again.

I watched with a smirk of satisfaction on my face, he was not going to get away with this. The lower people in this district deserve to be taken to 3 or some thing, they are not worthy of this fine district. They bring us to shame, stealing and thieving at any chance they get. Is sad to think our district reputation is lowered by these peasants.

The boy acts innocent, but I can see through his disguise easily. Behind those eyes there is a frantic plan formulating, he wants to escape but it was too late. I see a bulge in his pocket and smile, he was stealing more things. I put a look of complete horror on my face, "The boy! He stolen more -" I am cut short.

The boy begins to fight the peacekeeper, foolish considering that he has back up around him. Then, I watch the handcuff key fall into the gutter, the silver of it reflecting the suns rays and shining in my eyes. I blink and step back instinctively, this wasn't going the way I planned.

I feel the boy run behind me, and drag me towards a small alley. He is shouting, but I cannot hear him. All I hear is the sound of footsteps running towards us, and the sound of the key falling down the gutter. Suddenly, something sharp touches my neck, and I soon realise it was a knife. I was being threatened.

I try to scream, but the scream catches in my throat, as if the knife in blocking its way out. I gulped and immediately regret it. The knife catches on my neck and a bead of blood drops out. I start to panic, and before I knew what I was doing, I was in the alley way facing the boy.

He hisses at me, and all I do is stand there wide-eyed, "You tried to frame me!" I said simply, "You tried to blame more for stealing the cheese whilst you took some more stuff!" I didn't know people as young as this boy was did this type of thing, "Why did you do that?"

The boy looked quite young, probably around 15. She didn't recognise him from school, nor had she seen him anywhere else. She remembered the way he blended into the shadows, into the non-existent crowd. This boy was a wanderer.

"You're a wanderer!" She gasped before her instincts took over again, this time her violent side surfaced. She grabbed the boys wrist, which held the knife against her neck, and twisted it. She hoped the knife would fall out of his grasp. She then kneed him in the stomach and pressed him against the wall of the alley way, "Leave this district, and don't ever come back,unless you want to be arrest and whipped for theft," and other crimes such as being a wanderer she silently added, "That sort of punishment is not uncommon," she hissed before stamping on his toe.

OCC: what does WIP mean?

The knee barely grazed me, and I hardly flinched. I hear the peacekeepers coming to, well, keep the peace. My heart is hammering, this is the most exciting thing that has happened to me for ages. I let go of the boy, the wanderer, and shuffle away from him. I kick the knife away from him, further into the alley, but away from his reach. It comforts me to know that he can't hurt me anymore, since I'm confident in combat. I stare at him, "Who are you? What do you want?" I ask with intention, "You can't be older than 15, am I right?" I narrow my eyes and scan him up and down. He looks like he hasn't met clean water and soap for years, hence the stench that was starting the fog up the alley. I frown at him again, "You need to go away, these peacekeepers will execute you," I said, "And if you don't leave, and never come back, I can make that happen," I fold my arms and look down my nose at him. The steady stomp of the peacekeeper army gets closer, and closer. The marching gets faster, as does my heart. I was doing something interesting, something worthy to tell my followers at school.

A boy tries to frame me for a crime that I did not commit, then threatens me with a knife. We then back into a secluded alleyway, where I finally see his face. He admits his undying love for me, even though he does not belong in this district. I turn him down, solely on the fact that out love would be forbidden. He begs me to love him, run away together to be forever. I reject him again. He, filled with sorrow and heartbreak, kisses me for one last time before running away from he peacekeepers. He was my secret admirer!

Well, that was a little expansion of the truth, but it wasn't complete lies.