"Sir, it wasn't me. Those aren't mine, I swear!" I cried. The policemen took me inside the vehicle.
I was supposed to go to school today, but there were police surrounding the streets. Someone gave them a tip that there are drug dealers in our area.
They searched my bag and... There it was.
What seemed to be sachets of Marijuana and Shabu. All hidden under my books.
"Don't worry, we will be turning you over to the LSWDO."
They sit me down at a desk in a white, almost empty room, The worst part is that I was wearing our school uniform. I'm bringing the name of the school with me.
But is that supposed to be my main concern right now? No.
"We will be interviewing you. After we get consent from your parents or guardians, you will also undergo screening." The officer sitting at the desk explains, trying to sound gentle. "Where are your parents?" He asks. "My mom's in Hong Kong." My voice was raspy, my heart was pounding in my chest. I don't know what to do. I don't know what's going to happen.
"Your parents must be so dissapointed in you when they find out about this." The policeman by the door shakes his head,
"But the drugs aren't mine." I raise my voice at least a little, tears falling, desperate. I'm innocent. "Officer Mondares, I would appreciate it if you leave the room. Now." And with that, they left the room closing the door behind them.
"If you're really innocent, you shouldn't worry about anything at all." The officer said making eye contact with me.
His eyes, they awfully remind me of someone. He kind of looked like him, but older and with a darker skin tone. I looked at their tag, "Nathaniel Manalang."
Wayde M. Valentin
"Morales, Ivy, D." He reads my school ID. I continued to stare at the wooden desk. "Don't worry, this interview is confidential and it won't go public."
"Can you contact your dad?" They ask. "Okay." I reached for my pocket where my phone was and dialed their number, I put it on loud speaker and placed the phone on the desk.
Ringing, ringing. "The number you have dialed is unattended, please try again later." We tried again, still no answer.
I swung my legs, trying to shake off the nerves.
They pressed a button on a little device, probably to record something.
"So, you're saying the drugs aren't yours?" I nod my head. They start taking notes. "Have you been to the hospital recently? Or taken any medication?" He asked again. "No."
"How's your environment at home?" They asked, "Well, umm..." I trail off.
Should I tell them, be honest? Would this help us? Me?
"Ivy." They ask for an answer. "It's... Not exactly the best." I say, avoiding eye contact at all costs.
"You said your mom is abroad. What about your dad, is he at home right now?"
"Well, actually... I don't know." They sat firm on their chair. "You don't know?"
"They left yesterday and hadn't come home since." I explained. "My mom also found out that a lot of money was withdrawn from her bank account that day and..." I trailed off again, "sorry, was that too irrelevant to this?" I ask. "No, not at all. What time did your dad leave your house?"
"Somewhere around 4, 4:20 maybe?" I tell them. "It hasn't been 24 hours, can't say he's a missing person yet." They clicked their pen. "Does your dad drink?"
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The Shy Boy: Something New
Teen FictionWayde Valentin became known for his quietness and his looks. He's always been very reserved, unconsciously getting into Ivy Morales' curiosity. But would she, despite her problems, ever cross his mind too? (Book 1 of The Shy Boy)
