" OH MY GOD! Synthia! We are in so much trouble!" Said my best friend rose, frantically. I looked at her as the cop put the cuffs on her hands. I flinched as the cops cold hands reached over to cuff me.
" I am going to be killed! My mom will be so mad!" I said panicked and in shock. The officer pushed us i to the car and we sped off to the station. It was silent except for the passing cars. I didn't bother look at anything except the floor. At the police station we were shoved into a cell. It was gross and dirty with nothing but a cement bed and a bucket. I could feel Rose staring at me even though I wasn't looking at her.
"Synthia," she said and I could tell she was crying. "I want to leave. Why are we even here?" She said. She very well knew why we were here. We snuck into a high school part. We were passing around beer to people, but not drinking it ourselves. Someone took a picture and we were in the background and they posted it on instagram. Now here we are. We tried to explain the whole situation to the police but they didn't believe us. I looked a her still shocked about the fact we were in jail. Rose looked a bit green and all of the sudden she grabbed her stomach. She lunged for the bucket and vomited. The smell swirled in the air and I scrunched up my nose. When she turned around she looked even more sick. Then without warning she fell back and fainted.
"Officer! Officer? Please help my friend Rose passed put please help!" I yelled. I turned back to Rose who lay motionless on the floor. Her jeans were i. Tact but her shirt was full of dirt and vomit. The officer came running in and when he saw her on The floor he looked puzzled. "This is what happens when she gets scared," I told him. He unlocked the cell and walked in. He shook her around a bit and she woke up. As soon as she stood up our moms walked into the room. Roses mom looked mad but mine, mine looked furious. I put my head down as I walked over to her. She grabbed my wrist and squeezed it tight. She did this when she was really mad at me or my brother Evan. " Mom I'm sorry! This is really just a big misunderstanding." I said trying to pull my arm free. She didn't say anything as we left. When I got home my step father, Mike, was talking on the phone. When i walked trough the kitchen he glared at me and pointed down the hall and I knew he was telling me to go to bed. I walked past Evans room and saw he was on his computer. He was 15 which was two years older than me and was therefore always on his computer. I got a computer for my thirteenth birthday but I never really use it.
" Hey stay out of those parties drunko!" He yelled loud enough for my mom to hear and she stomped down the hall. She grabbed my wrist and pulled me into my room so fast I almost fell trying to keep up.
"Get in bed!" She said clearly unimpressed with me. " We will talk tomorrow." And that was that, she left the room. I slipped on my pink fuzzy Pj pants and pulled put my camo shirt. I heard on quiet knock on the door and I went and answered it. It was my younger brother James. James was 6 but looked 4 with his always messy hair plus he was very short for his age. I shook my head trying to tell him he couldn't come in tonight. He shook his head back and barged into my room. " No James out." I whispered trying not to get him in trouble.
"I want to stay!" He whined. Next thing I knew Mike was in my room yelling at James. James bursts into tears and runs away.
"Okay ya I get he wasn't allowed in here but you didn't need to yell at him!" I snapped. I was surprised that I said that to my step dad. He walked away slamming the door behind him so hard I felt the house shake. I switched off the light and buried myself in my blankets. I tossed and turned for hours before I finally feel asleep.
