The world seemed against Willa for the past sixteen years, trouble always seemed to find her even if she didn't cause it. Last week her parents had finally had enough of the trouble she brought around with her the worst part is she hadn't caused the problem, she had been asleep in her warm bed when it all happened.
The reports said that at two-thirty A.M. October fifteenth a Caucasian girl with messy short hair with ice blue highlights entered a club in black slacks, a black hoodie, with a mask that covers her face. she entered the bar at two AM, danced with a few guys, had some drinks, mainly water, then as most of the crowd left she went to the bar leaped over, held the bartender at gun point demanding the money, once she had all of the cash she ran out of the building, and that's when the bartender called the police. The police found evidence that she had been there, bring the jury to its decision Willa had to go to Casmir's School for Troubled Students.
"Mom do you really believe them? You know I was at home asleep!" I begged as we drove farther into rural land and the trees slowly began disapearing.
"Why shouldn't I? You have been causing trouble since you were born, no, before you were even out of my womb!" She replied in a stern voice, as my father flinched in his seat at the wheel of the truck.
"Then why do I have no memory of ever single terrible thing I have done?" I stated doing my best to keep my voice in a flat tone.
My mother whipped around in her seat glaring at me growling, "Because you refuse to admit to every thing you have done. Now stop bitching about whats already been decided."
My father began to slow the car of a large silvery white building, a man in jeans and a nice deep red polo shirt. once my father came to a full stop the man walked up as my mother began t open the door. "No you don't need to take her further, I can handle her." My mother shrugged before closing the door and giving me a death glare as I stepped out of the car my duffel bag slung over my shoulder. The man smiled and waved as the car pulled away until it was out of sight, he then turned with a complete different composure. He looked at me with disgust as if I was gum stuck to the bottom of his shoe. "You little brat will walk in with me putting up no fight, you will refer to me as Sir or MR.Casmir. If you don't there will be sever punishment." he growled glaring at me.
