~°•○We've All Suffered The Same Fate.○•°~

The Beginning of The End..?

           I’d sit in my office, doing my work and skimming through test papers. I bit into an apple, chuckling to myself as I realized why my student gave it to me. I was almost done grading papers, but I couldn’t help but have a hunch that something might happen. I brushed it off, writing my last student’s grade and setting the half-eaten apple aside. I picked up the graded papers and tapped them on the table to even them out before standing up. I walked over to the “Return to Students when Graded” bin, and set the stack of tests into it before brushing my hands off and putting them on my hips as if I’d just saved someone’s life. I turned to go back to my desk, tossing the apple in the waste bin and grabbing my purse and my keys. I shut all the lights off before shutting and locking the door and walking through the halls to the exit.

    I walked into the parking lot, striding toward my car and unlocking it with my keys. I wasn’t even able to touch the handle before I was suddenly shoved against my car, forced into dropping all of my things. I was about to shout in confusion, until my hands were forced behind my back and a pair of handcuffs are locked onto my wrists.
      “Ma’am, you’re comin’ with me.” A low, southern accent spoke, before the police officer yanked me from my car and forced me into his own, slamming the door shut. As soon as they got in the driver’s side, I spoke up.
“What on earth is this all about? What did I do?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level. They looked at me through the rear-view mirror.
“You’ll hear about it in court, ma’am.” Is all they said before driving out of the parking lot.

          I suddenly found myself fighting for my life in court, my voice thundering through the wooden room. I’d just been falsely accused of being the cause of twenty children's’ deaths, just because I looked identical to the suspect. I’d said it multiple times that it’s a very, very false accusation, and that I was innocent. But none of them would listen.

     “Miss/Mister [Y/N] [L/N], I hereby declare you as guilty for the twenty children’s deaths. Your punishment is ten years in prison. Your bail price is three thousand kroner.” The judge suddenly stated, her voice as loud as mine. Everyone was silenced, including me. My heart dropped, and I felt all of my feelings begin to spill over. Tears welled up in my eyes, but they weren’t just tears of sadness. They were tears of anger. Frustration. Disbelief. And worst of all, fear. What would I tell my family? My daughter? My students? None of them would see me the same, no matter how much I try to tell them it was false.

      Security guards from each wall of the room walked toward me, putting me in handcuffs that are cold enough to remind me that I had just been sent to prison for false accusations. My head was hung low as they forced me through the halls, taking me to their car to be taken away to the place I will likely rot and decay. I’d decided to just accept my fate, allowing them to force me around like a little ragdoll.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Super short because I formatted this shi in Google slides 😭😭😭
I really hope the next one will be better, both in length and yk idk bc this shi was CRUSTY MUSTY anyway
This might be a little slow, unless I change my mind! So wait probably Like five pages to meet Sebby!!!!! <3 <3 <3 love yall and thank you to that one person who voted first for my storyyyyyy