"What am I supposed to do with your toys? Stop right now, or if I catch you, there's gonna be a fine!" The guard shouted as he chased after me.
I was absolutely convinced he couldn't catch up to me. After all, I was the 800-meter champion back in the day. There was no way he'd keep up. Unfortunately, this street was 801 meters long, and he got me.
The guard bent over, panting heavily, and finally straightened up. "Take off that headpiece."
I clung to my costume's headpiece like my life depended on it. "No way! This frog's keeping its head on."
"If you don't take it off, I'll confiscate all your toys. Don't think I won't."
"I don't believe you."
The next second, the red light flashed, and I ran again. But in my haste, I didn't notice a car heading straight for me. The driver slammed the brakes, but it was too late. I blacked out from the impact.
I was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. Thankfully, it was just a mild concussion. The driver was quite responsible, covering my medical expenses and compensating me with an additional 10,000 dollars.