The Exiles

The Exiles

The breezy, hot, steamy, air baked my pale face. The smell of salt water was finally gone. By then I knew it was all over... For better or worse.

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7 years earlier

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"I didn't do it!" I pleaded to the stubborn balding in front of me.

" Of course you didn't," Dean Joseph quipped with mock sympathy.

I got on my knees and looked at the stained and ugly brown rug.

" Look, with all do respect sir... Do you think I could have done such a thing!" I nearly shouted

The dean stared at me. The truth was I could have done such a thing but I wasn't about to say that to him.

"No... Your a bad kid. You graffiti our walls, your disrespectful, you are sometimes a bully, you do nothing which makes you suspicious. You are just that shady cool kid who lurks around with the populars... But no I do not think you could have done murder!" Joseph looked at me his eyes burning through mine.

My eyes dashed around the office, pictures of the middle aged man named Parker Joseph, with his boyish features and rosey cheeks. Pictures with the principle Martha Kozal I stated at her. The strict face and with the gray hair and gray dress and gray features.

I murdered her. In freezing cold blood.

A few minuets later the police stormed the roomed arresting me. I pulled my poker face and stood still as they roughly grabbed me and pulled me away from the emotionless man in front of me. Stuffed in a car brought to the county jail.

I deserve this...

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6 years later

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6 years of not seeing the day of light has changed me. Jail is one thing and then prison is another. I've seen so many things in there. Good, bad and just plain cruel. I vowed myself while in jail not to go back to my own ways. That vow has not been broken. Today was the day I saw my sentence. The one that will change my life forever no matter what I get.

A man spoke " All rise." My knee buckled as I got up and stared and my chained feet.

" On this day, April 26 2051, Bruno McClain is being charged with 2nd decree murder of Martha Kozal who was found dead on 2045 the date being March 12. The jury will decide if Bruno will have life in prison with possibilities of parole or a total of 56 years with no parole. The jury have you made your decision? " The beefy judge spoke in a cold manner.

Life or life were baisicly my possibilities. I thought I would be in jail one time or another but never for murder. The jury found my plea of self defense irrelevant because I couldn't tell the whole truth. Because it was too hard and I did not want to face that again.

I stared at the news cameras that surrounded the court room. Loving every possible moment of their job. My case ( thank god) did not go national but Massachusetts and a few other states in the New England area picked it up. Countless interviews begging for mercy and hope all washed down the drain.

Prison was possibly the worst place in earth for. I was all tough and rough until I faced the 300 pound cyborgs that had about 20 years on me. I now loved to read and all of this other geeky stuff but I kept up in the gym. I didn't really have any friends though and that's the worst feeling in the world. Your throat so dry because you haven't talked in over 3 months.