The next day, I woke up to the sound of knocking on the door. There was a cop standing there. He had blond hair and was skinny.

"Hi. I wanted to tell you that your children was involved in a fight involving stabbing. The kids were badly injured. Two of the kids were stabbed in the arm and one kid was punched in the stomach."

I heard the cop talking to my mom. I was in trouble. I walked down the stairs instead of trying to hear from up the stairs. The cop saw me.

"Is that one of your children?"

"Yes."

I was thinking "thanks mom." I wonder if I'm going to go to jail. And if I am than how long? I was so worried.

"Did you stab the kids?"

"Yes mom."

"Come on then kid. A year in jail for you."

Right when he was coming towards me, Liu came out of the kitchen with a knife.

"I did it." My brother said.

"Put the knife down, now son!" The cop said while pulling out his gun.

"Ok." Liu sets it down and then the cop cuffed him. I saw him put him in the cop car.

"No Liu! I did it! Tell them I did it!" I was crying badly.

"Don't try to take his spot. He did it, not you." My mom said holding me back.

"No I did it! Please Liu I did it, not you! Liu please!?"

"Come inside now!"

"But mom! They have the wrong man!"

"Go to your room now!"

After that, I went to my room. I sat on my bed thinking about what just happened. That's when I had the strange feeling for the third time. What is this feeling, I wonder.