26 April 2012
"Here is your jail cell." the first officer said. "It will be your home until further notice."
They shoved me into the cell, and locked the heavy sliding metal bars that served as my door behind me. I sat on my lumpy, extremely uncomfortable bed. Tears were still rolling down my face, and my cheeks were bright red. I couldn't understand what I had done wrong. Things just weren't making sense. In the past few hours, I had been acused of plotting and personally setting up a beaker that would explode on Mrs.Broyston, lying to the principle, and then lying to the cops to try and save myself from getting into trouble. Something was wrong and I was their victom. Nothing was going to change until I was out of this jail cell, and we all knew it.
"When's her trial?" the second officer asked.
"Next Monday. The poor little brat doean't stand a chance, exspecially with Mrs.Glouson and Mrs.Broyston on trial against her." the first offiver replied.
Beep bop beep! Went officer two's walkie talkie.
"Eddy! Come in Eddy!"
"I told you to call me Edward Boss!"
"Sorry Edward." he said sarcasticly. "Anyways, Howard needs your help downtown at the bank immidietly."
"Were on our way." Edward said.
"Edward! Thats a stupid name." officer one replied laughing.
"Not as stupid as Lois!" Edward replied.
The two officers left leaving me alone in my cold, boaring cell. I was mad about what they said, but if I was the officers and they were in my place, I would have probably said the same thing. It was unfair being played like this, treated as just a game piece.
"Don't you get one call when you first get in jail?" I thought.
Anyways, I was stuck here until Monday with two goof- balls watching me. It was going to seem like forever in here with only my bed, a sink, and the cold, concrete walls. I needed to start thinking about what I was going to say on Monday, but more importantly what my approach was going to be. Should I come in hitting hard, or just slack off stating my facts and nothing else? I was starting to become dizzy thinking about everything that had happened that day, and how Monday was going to be the difference between my freedom and a year in jail. I was so tired that I layed down on my bed and fell asleep. Monday was going to be the hardest day of my life!
The Special Ones #4 • Opuss № I