Trouble

02

I walk over to another room, and peer inside. There were more kids in here. I hear a big thud and look over, some dude shoved someone's head against the table. I smile but cover my mouth to keep me from laughing.

"You okay man?" Another kid says.

A officer comes up from behind me and opens the other door. "Robby Keene, phone call"

Robby Keene...

Robby goes up to the phone, but not long later hangs up and sits back down.

I walk over to his table and sit down across from him. "Robby, is it?"

"Yeah, who-who are you?" He asks.

"Izzy. Izzy Walker" I say. "Don't let the people in here give you shit. I saw what just happened."

"So you were the one who was creeping around the corner huh?" He says folding his arms.

"Trust me, I know how this shit show runs. Don't take anyones shit" I tell him. I hear the door slam shut which made everyone's attention go over there.

"Izzy?" The man at the door says.

I stand up and walk over to him. He was about a foot taller than me, he had dark dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes like me. "Dad."

He gives me a hug which I awkwardly lean into. We walk out of the room, but I look back to Robby. He was just starring down at his table.

"Izzy, look at you" my dad says squatting down to my height. "You're so big"

I just stand there, holding one of my arms behind my back. "I missed you"

"I missed you too, baby. How long are you going to be up here?" My dad asks.

"A year or two. That's what mom said" I tell him. He slightly nods and stands back up.

"Okay. I need to get back to work, I get off in a little over a hour." He says walking away. I stand there confused of what just happened so I just walk back into the wreck room.

"So what are you in for?" I ask Robby as I sit back down.

"Who's asking?"

"Me. And I'll tell you something about me, Anything you want to know" I say.

"Do you know about what happened to Miguel Diaz?" Robby asks.

"No clue."

"Well, um, there was a school fight, and he got hurt" Robby says starting to fidget with his fingers.

"Did you do it?" I ask.

"Yeah. It was a accident" He says. "Now my turn"

"Shoot"

"How do you know how this 'shit show' works?" Robby asks putting 'shit show' in air quotes.

"Well, I may or may not have done time for some heavy theft and or battery a year ago"

"And your dads a cop?" Robby asks.

"Yeah, it's a little fucked up, I know. It is what it is though"

"Izzy! Let's go" my dads voice boomed throughout the room.

"See you later robby" I say walking over to my dad.

"I got off early. Ready to go home?" My dad asks.

"Yeah, but the airline lost all my bags. I just have my carry on." I say.

"That's fine. They'll find them eventually. We can go shopping this weekend" my dad says unlocking the door. We both walk outside and to his car.

"Can I come back here with you tomorrow?" I ask.

"Sure, but do you think that it's a good thing, you coming here and being around these kind of people?"

"What kind of people?" I ask raising a eyebrow.

"You know.."

"What? Criminals, delinquents, fugitives like me?" I say rolling my eyes.

"I want the best for you Izzy. I enrolled you at west valley high last night as well." He says.

"School already?"

"You don't start for a few days now, don't worry." He says pulling up to our house. We both walk inside. I walk directly to my old bedroom. It was a light grey color with a brown dresser and a bed pushed into the corner. I sit down on my bed and pull out my phone.

I get a call from a random number and answer it.

"Hello, is this Isabella Walker?" They ask.

"Maybe"

"Well, we found your luggage, we will have it sent to you by tomorrow evening" they say. I thank them and hang up.