Two police officers, their hands holding both of my arms to make sure I don't escape.
"What are you doing here?" One of them asks me.
"I thought you guys weren't suppose to talk.." I said.
"What did you do to get here? Steal piece of candy from the dollar store?" He said laughing.
"No. I was framed for murder." I replied getting teary eyed.
That shut him up.
The other guy had no problem gripping my arm tighter, until I started loosing circulation.
"OUCH!" I yelled. His grip loosened a tiny bit.
The officers directed me towards my cell, when we got there my cell mate was there. She was probably 15 years old. I was only 13. If I had been a year younger, they would have put me in juvie. But I guess in Burbank California, it's 13 to go to real prison, not 18.
They dropped me off there and then left. They didn't lock the door because all the cells were right next to each other And when yo walked out there was a "court yard" place except inside. And then around that were bars and steal doors. And guards on the other side with machine guns.
"Hi I'm Kate" I said. Not realizing this wasn't middle school. It was prison. People don't become friends here, or so I see on tv shows.
"Sup, I'm Sarah." The teenager said.
"What brigs you here?" She asked me.
"I was framed for murder.." I said.
"I robbed a bank. And git framed for shooting somebody. It was a lie, but I did rob the bank" she said laughing.
"You look like your 14. What school did you go to?"
"Burbank middle school" I said.
"Hah, really? Me too." She said.
"But after that I went to Burbank High school."
Am I really making friends in prison? I thought.
Ugh I want Jake. He was so cute when he tried to be my brother. But now I bet he hates me.
"Kate brooks!" One of the guards yelled.
"Yes?" I replied.
"You have a visitor first thing in the morning after breakfast. He said his name was Jake Larkin"
"Great." I said with fear in my voice. He's probably really mad and disappointed with me. But at least I get to see him. I thought. But inside. I knew he still care for me. And knew I didn't kill anyone. Deep down inside. Jake is the only person who cares about me. And I know he won't stop now.
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Teen FictionWalking in on a dead body is one thing. But being accused of murder is another. Burbank middle school was a place for learning, not a place for a crime scene, and cop cars. And deafinetaly not a place for arresting 7th graders.