Fingerprints

Chapter one

I sat there with my head down on the torn leather couch in the psychiatrist office. I didn't need help. I was perfectly fine as a matter of fact. I had been framed for killing my uncle the month before, and here I was sitting in this puny office telling this loon everything I knew about him. I didn't kill my uncle, in fact, he was my favorite uncle, and believe me, I had my share of sadness. My mother, so tangled up in her own life, barely noticing me half the time, believed the cops over her own daughter. Of course, everyone's going to believe the fingerprints found on the scene of the crime but even my aunt, who favors me over my older brother and younger sister, believes the cops over me! The only person who believes me, my guinea pig, Snuffles. " I see we're getting nowhere here," the psychiatrist said exasperatedly. "I'll see you in court on Wednesday, Martha," he said to my mom all flirty. "Alright Harold," she didn't like him back. We drove home, I decided I was going to ignore my ratchet looking mother for the whole day, she never believed anything I had to say.