I go all Katniss on my probation officer

   I stomped through the New York Police Station with a pout on my face. Once again, trouble somehow found me and I had to see my probation officer.

   As I opened the door, I saw a person that I hadn't seen in years. My kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Dodds. Since when had she become a probation officer? I was more than disappointed. We had never (and I mean never) gotten along.She just seemed to hate my guts, no matter what I did. She was evil. 

   "Oh my!" She screeched. "What do we have here? Is this really Saffron Trune?"

   "Hello Mrs. Dodds." I said through clenched teeth.

   "Well, well." She sighed, looking through a file. "What did you do this time? Battery? On a full grown man? Saffron, I hadn't expected you to go this far." In my defense, he said my belt looked stupid.

   "I really don't give a rat's butt!" I said, but lowered my voice when Dodds shot me a look. "What do you have in for me this time? Community service, I would guess?"

   "Actually," the "officer" stood up and started walking toward the door. "I have something else in mind."
   I shivered. She really freaked me out.
   I  followed her through the halls and eventually out the door. We kept walking, and a thought popped in my head. What if I just stopped following? I pushed it out and kept walking.
   When she started leading me into what looked like a bad neighborhood, I started freaking out. And then she turned to an alley and walked down it. At the end, she stopped, turned, and looked directly at me, her (black?) eyes staring into mine.
   "Saffron." Her voice gave me chills. It sounded slithery, like a snake, but also hypnotic at the same time.        Suddenly, she went rigid. Her eyes focused on something behind me. I slowly turned around, half expecting to see a robber or something, half totally freaking out.
  I saw something that I wasn't expecting to see. Instead of some evil criminal or something, there was a middle-aged man with a beard in a wheelchair several feet behind me. I noticed something in his hands. A bow and a quill of arrows?
  "Chiron." Dodd's voice was saturated with hate. "What brought you here?"
  "You know." The man replied. His eyes darted to me, and back to Mrs. Dodds.
   "Ummmm...." I said. Awkward. I thought that they might have been ex's or something.
   "Saffron." How did this dude know my name? "Take this." He wheeled toward me and held out the bow and quiver. I reached out a shaky hand to accept it. Oddly enough, the bow felt warm and natural in my hand. Only seconds earlier, I thought I had no idea how to use a bow, and now I felt like I was at the top of the world.
   Suddenly, I heard a hiss behind me. I spun around like lightning to see Mrs. Dodds morphing into some kind of bat-like creature.
   "What the..." My voice trailed off as that thing screeched like heck.
   Her eyes were blood-red and glazed with fury. There were wings on her back and sharp, deadly claws instead of fingers. Her skin was like fruit leather, only more of a sickly gray color and a bit more wrinkled.
   Instinctively, I drew my bow, arrow ready.
   That's when she lunged at me. Instead of standing my ground like some hero, I ran and screamed. In my panic, I realized that the wheelchair wasn't there anymore. Behind me stood a huge horse guy. I stopped and stared, mesmerized. Then I remembered that there was a demon probation officer on my tail. I spun around on my heels and shot the arrow. In some insane way, I hit Dodd's  heart. She vaporized into a million little tiny gold particles and blew away.
   I turned to the horse guy, but he looked just as in awe as me.
   This, apparently, was too much for my brain to handle, and I blacked out.