Paparazzi

  I'm on a plane heading to London . . . a place of romance right? The perfect place to go when you want to get away right? WRONG, my mother is sending me to live with my father who divorced her after eight years of their marriage. I am being exiled to London because of what happened a month ago. Tina my so called best friend was at a drug bust and was of course caught with drugs. They arrested her and then interrogated  her, she told them her sources were from me. So they hunted me down all the way to the mall and found me at hot topic. They pushed me against a wall and hand cuffed me, telling me my rights. Then I was dragged to a police car and was on my way to the . Tina was there and had a cold look on her face. I was told to sit down. so I took a seat next to her. I didn't understand what was going on. She didn't turn to talk to me just sat and waited to be asked a question. I tapped my fingers on the desk nercousely. Suddenly a man with two yellow folders came crashing in. Talking rapidly to one of them. Talking to fast to understand what they were saying. A man turns toward us, slamming down the folders. I flinched and the tried to compose myself. It wasn't my first time they dragged me in for something.

" Ms. Coal . . . do you know why you're here?" he asked taking a seat.

"No sir, I've been staying out of trouble." I said pushing my curly red brown hair back.

 "Alright, do you know Ms. Andrews?" another debuty asked.

"Yes sir . . .  I've know her since the second grade."I answer politely.

"Good now if you would be so kind and tell me why  you sold her drugs?"the debutysaid crossing his arms.

"DRUGS!"Isqueaked in alarm."What drugs?"I asked surprised and comfused.

"THE DRUGS FOUND ON MS.ANDREW!"he shouted getting in my face.

    Suddenlly my father comes burting in. My mother at his side as angry looking as angry dog. Her btown hair seirling around her. Another women came in a bun. Sut case at her side, looking all buisness like. Her cheeks flushed and out of breath. She introduced herself as charrolett Prunes, a laywer. By the looks my laywer, she told me not to speak without permission. Tina asked if she could leave now. She weas released and seemed to of ranfrom thje room. As fast as her little legs could take her.I shook my head in frustration, then played with my trucker  t-shirt. My dark jean jacket tight over myarms. My black pants just as tight, kind of worn because  of all the years I have had them. My ratty old tennis shoes leaving skit marks on the floor. Listening to the adults argueing, and yelling. Mother seemed about to explode any moment. The laywer said something about having no evidence  to hold me here. That teenagers do lie and lieing is a part of growing up. They counter attacked by saying that drugs were found in my book bag. Which surprised me since the only drug I ever do id caffine. Though I did let Tin barrow my book bag yesterday. I told them that and they wrote it down. Then asked if anyone actually saw her with the bag. I gave some names of the kids who came with her to my apartment. They were kids I didn't recognize, but was gicen their names. If it was their real names anyways. Then I was asked if I could describe them just in case. I nodded and gave them what they wanted. The laywer said that they got what they wanted so I should be able to go home. They agreed disgruntled and left the room, somewhat satisfied. Iwas about to get up till my moms glare stopped me. Her eyes seemed to cut like knives, her distrust cuts me even deeper. The look of shame also on her face made it go even deeper then the first look. I had sat back down shen she started yelling at me. Syaing I was now grounded to the house and was never to leace it again. How my skate board was going to be thrown away. My telephone privages are out the door. Goodness a whole month of that was torcher. My mom giving me all these glares up until she told me I would be living with my father for the next two years.

    So here I am on a plane, sitting next to my snoring father. Trying to get a handle on my ruined life. Messing with my gamebou I can't play. Which I'm playing anyways, since there is nothing fun to do on the plane. Since I have no cash for earphones to watch the movie that's on. Which is an old western movie I don't know the name to. So probably not worth watching in the first place. Of all seats on this plane, my seat is nhext to my dad. Teally are they all out of luck up there? So I'm so so out of luck this year. My hair up in a messy bun wearing jeans that donb't fit me very well. One of my trucker shirts and jean jacket. This is my basic slothing arena, since all I have is only three pairs of jeans, And four pairs of shirts. A brush, two pairs of bra's and underwear. Then my women nessacies, everything fittedinto myh newly bought book bag. Which I was forced to buy with my own money. At least the little money I had left from my job I got fired from. I was seething when my mother burned my bag in the loft fire place. In front of everyone and me having to watch. Which I had for at least four years. So many memories I had with that bag. I had drawn pictures of snoopy, scooby-doo, and bugs bunny. Some doodles along with it. Now I got to start from scratch. A voice came on telling us that we were going to land within moments. I shake dad awake and he shifts into a sitting position. We landed and I grabed my book bag, dad grabing his luggage. We walk into the airport. Heading toward the exit where we was a man holding a sign with out lost name on it.. Dad headed towars him, I followed him unsure. The man seemed to of  bowed to my father and took his luggage. He brought it outside where a LIMO was waiting. Putting it in the trunk, then opening the door for dad. Dad told me to slide in and seemed very calm about it. So I slowly got in and set my bag on the floor. Looking around me to see a tv, water bottles. game system with controllers, games, dvd and a dvd player. Dad grabs a water bottle, taking a few sips of it.

" Dad, what's going on?" I finally asked.