Well I was wrong. They took me in and I was locked up in jail for a day. Then they got me out and took me to court. I saw my mom with eyes all puffed up and red. Damn it hurt me to see her crying about something I've done.
I found out that Anisa is between a life and death situation. Well, If she doesn't die I will be sentenced to jail for 5 years. If she does die, I will be sentenced to jail for 10 years. Wow. I was praying in my head for Anisa. I wished she would live. I don't want to spend 10 years in jail .
In my head I still couldn't believe I was going to be in jail for a long time. I didn't even get to graduate. I just ruined my life. Then while I had thoughts rushing through my mind, the cops started taking me away. Back in that stupid cell. Then I look at my mom's face one more time. She looked worried and sad. Then that's when I think that it's all her fault. Its her fault I got in this whole mess. If we didn't move, everything would've been perfect. Ughh. I was mad at her. But then I realized, what the hell are you thinking. We moved for a better life. I was just being selfish. I felt bad for blaming my mom for my own actions.
Soon, I was back in that cell. I was going to have to get use to it. It was a dirty place to be at. It has no privacy. The sink and toilet are in the same room as were your bed is. No door or curtain. Any body passing by can see you if you were using the toilet. It's so embarrassing. I always tried not to use it as much as possible. The room is so small too. It has bunk beds, but I'm the only one here, so I have two beds. I hated it so much.
Each day, the food I usually would receive would be an apple or banana, some cold beans or cold spaghetti, a piece of bread, a little bit of salad, small piece of chicken or steak( which is only half as big as my palm), 3 cups of water or apple juice, and a granola bar each day. I hate the beans and spaghetti, so I usually don't eat it. I get so hungry. It may sound like a lot but it isn't. When they give us a scoop of beans or spaghetti, one scoop can perfectly fit onto my palm. The portions are so small.
So many days have passed by, and I started to get used to this place. My life before this place seems like a dream, compared to this crappy new life. My mom would come sometimes, but I never went to see her or talk to her. I never had the strength to.
My days were always boring. I have to stay in my cell for 22-23 hours. Sometimes 24 hours. We would only be able to be outside for 1-2 hours a day and sometimes 0 hours. I was always alone. I always went by myself to sit and just look at the sky because I didn't want to be in a problem where someone hates me then tries hurting me. There has been fights and so far only one death. This is a co-ed jail and there has been a girl and a boy fighting. It's scary and fights happen unexpectedly. I'm happy no one really notices me. Nothing is new, but one day something happens.
I was just laying down on the bottom of the bunk bed. Then I hear a guy's voice.
"Don't fuckin' touch me u fuckin' bastard." I heard this guy say.
"Shut up you idiot." That voice sounds very familiar.
Then all of a sudden I hear keys dangling then my cell door getting unlocked. After the cop opens it, he throws the man inside about 12 inches to where I was sitting. I looked at the cop. He looks familiar. Then I remembered. It was the cop that came and took me to jail after that fight I had. The cop looked at me then got out, locked the cell door, and then leaves. Then I start staring at the guy that just got pushed in here by the cop. Then he notices that I have been staring at him.
"What the hell is wrong with you," he says in that mean tone. "You have staring problems or something?"
"Whatever," I whispered so lightly, that I wasn't even sure he heard me.
"Damn I can't believe they put me in here with such a weirdo," he said looking directly at me.
"Damn I can't believe I have to be in here with a stupid idiot," I said in an angry tone.
Then he was quiet. He sat up against the wall and kept on staring to the wall in front of him, like he was thinking of something. I got bored like usual and decided to sleep on the the top of the bunk bed, so he wouldn't see me when I sleep. I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up and remembered the guy. Ugh, how I hated him. Then I got down and saw that he was still asleep. I wanted to use the toilet but I wouldn't risk it. I decided to use it when he goes outside. Then I'll take my chance. I still had to wait a couple of hours, but I didn't care. Then I fixed my hair, then turned around to see the guy staring at me.
"And u said I have staring problems," I said in that sassy way.
"I wasn't looking at you smart one. I was looking your direction and thinking," he said.
"Thinking of what."
"I'll tell you when the time comes," he said with a face that only meant trouble.
Author's Note: Ok so there's not a lot of action or interesting things happening but there will be soon. What do you think the guy's gonna tell Riley? Do you think they'll be friends? Do you think he will be a bad influence on her? Tell me in the comments. And please like. Sorry if there is any incorrect grammer. Thank you:)
