I was sitting in the cold, dark classroom. It was cold, because some dumb person left the window open. It was dark, because my teacher wanted to plug 10 things in a little cord thingy, and the power went out. Nice time for a murder. Yep, I have a murder record. You see, my momma killed my daddy, and went somewheres else. I was only 11, so what could I possibly do? Anyway, when the cops came, the blood was on my hands. Now you see what kind of life I have. People think I'm a murderer. I had to sit in the back with two female guards. By myself. Well, not completely by myself, because of the guards. I absolutely hated my life.
