Trouble

01

"Are you all packed Izzy?" My mom asks. I turn around and zip up my last suitcase.

"Yeah, I think so" I tell her. "How long am I going to be in California with dad?"

"I'm not sure, a year or two maybe?" My mom says grabbing my suitcase.

"I'm going to miss you" I say. We both walk outside with my bags.

"Me too, but this is going to be good for you. You need a relationship with your father"

"I know, bye mom." I say as I start walking down the stairs.

"Wait!" My mom shouts. "Here's your dads address, and his work address. Call me if you need anything" she says handing me a post it note and walking back inside.

I I wave goodbye and walk out to the cab. I drive all the way to the airport and start to go through customs.

"Put your bag on the table and walk through the medal detector" one of the security guards say. I throw my bag down and walk through the medal detector, and it started going off.

"Forgot about this" I say throwing my pocket knife down next to my bag. The security guard grabs it and throws it in the trash.

I eventually get on the plane and take my seat. I put in my earbuds and start listening to my music full blast.

A few hours later I hear everyone clapping. We must be in California. I grab my bag and head out of the plane. I follow the signs to the baggage claim and wait for my bag.

"Do you know where the lost bags are?" I ask a man standing next to me.

"Probably on a different plane. Right over there is who you need to talk to" he says pointing to a lady at a desk.

"Excuse me?" I say as I approach the desk. "I can't find my suitcase, I flew all the way here from Chicago"

"It's probably lost honey. Give me your name, phone number and address and I'll give you a call when we locate them"

I pull out the pice of paper my mom gave me and told her my information. After I grab my Cary on bag I walk outside. The sunlight hit my face and the sound of cars followed me as I walk. Eventually a taxi pulls up next to me.

"You need a ride?" He asks.

"Yes, thank you" I say getting in. "Can you take me to this address?" I ask pointing to my dads work address.

He looks at me weird before handing me back the paper. "m'am, that's a Juvenile Detention Center"

My eyes open wide and I look at him in shock. I knew my dad was a cop but I didn't know we was now working in Juvie.

"My dad works there, I'm here to see him."

"Alright" he says driving away. When we got there he parked down the street so I had to walk up myself. I ring the front door doorbell and someone speaks up on the loudspeaker.

"Can I help you?" They say.

"I'm here to see my dad. He works here. I'm Izzy Walker and he's-"

"Ah, hank walker. He told us about you." They say before the door buzzes open. I walk inside and am greeted by a someone taking my bag.

"Any weapons?"

"If you consider peeper spray one yeah." I say folding my arms.

"Izzy walker" a woman says walking up to me. "The one girl we've all heard about"

"Am I that popular here?"

"Yeah kind of." She says. "Arms up, I need to check you for weapons before you go in the units."

I lift my arms up and she does a quick pat down. When she gets to my jeans he finds a wooden shiv.

"You made this when you were locked up huh?" She asks. I smile and nod, and she sighs and puts it into a box that my bag was in too. "Your dads on unit 5, I'll show you there"

We both walk to a steel door and she opens it with her keycard. "I'm officer Garcia by the way, but you can call me Cathy." She says.

"Okay Cathy. How long have you been working with my dad?" I ask.

"3 years. You were the one thing he talked about all the time." She says stopping. "Right down there, to your left is unit 5. Look around a bit, you'll find him."

"Okay, thanks" I tell her. I walk down the long hall and turn when I get to unit 5. There were teenage boys all around. Some playing cards, some arm wrestling. I walk further in, still looking for my dad.