Another Story I Wrote For School

"Wheer! Wheer! Wheer!" I looked in my rear view mirror only to see red and blue lights flashing behind me. Oh, crap!, I thought. I started to turn my steering wheel towards the shoulder of the road. The cop car behind me stopped and a big, husky man stepped out. He strutted towards my car like him pulling me over was the highlight of my day. I slowly rolled down my window. His uniform was freshly pressed and his badge shone, but he was as hairy as a monster! YUCK!
"Is there a problem, officer?" I tried to sound sweet and innocent. "As a matter of fact there is. I'm gonna have to give you a speeding ticket. His voice was deep and rumbling, so he not only looked like a monster he sounded like one, too! Scary!
"Uhh, you see... " I thought quickly for an excuse. I couldn't afford to get a ticket right now. My driving record was bad enough already. "You see, I'm trying to get to the hospital. M-m-my friend, she's uh..." My mouth went dry. "She was there for an appointment, but I just got a call that she had, umm... she had collapsed. So they want me there right away. Yep, that's what happened and that's why I was speeding." "Uh-huh, I see. let me see your driver's license." I fumbled in my purse frantically trying to catch my wallet. I nervously showed him my license.
"Alright, you're free to go. Tell the doctors to help your friend. Sorry to slow you down," the cop said.
I let out a sigh of relief. I restarted my engine and started to drive off. Looking in my rear view mirror again I saw the cop watching me. I better drive in the direction of the hospital, I thought. He continued to watch me until I had turned onto Freight Street, the hospital's street. "Thank, God!" I mumbled. I drove into the hospital parking lot, sat there awhile, then started to drive out. As I was backing out of my parking space, the car hit something and I heard the grunt of a man. Oh no! I ran out of the car and saw an old man in ragged clothes lying on the ground behind my car. "Oh my goodness! Are you okay?" I frantically asked. "I'm fine," he grunted. His voice was similar to the cop's voice. "But I'm afraid you're not," he continued. "What are you talking about?" He pulled off a fake beard and mustache and took off his ragged clothes. Underneath the disguise was the cop who had pulled me over! "I'm not stupid," he said. " I knew you were lying, so I changed and followed you here. For too many tickets and for lying to a policeman, you're under arrest. I'm afraid it's to jail with you, Missy!"