Last night had been a blur for Jean-Michel. He remembered that he was about to be meeting up with someone, a client of his, to give him some crystal. The strong shit. But, instead of a client, he was met with handcuffs and guns and smug cops.
"Now, Johnnie," The judge sneered, rolling around some spit tobacco in his mouth. Before he could say his actual name, the judge continued, as if he didn't even really need him there. "You have a coupla options here." He spat into a small wooden bowl on his podium.
"You can spend life in prison for defacing public property and possesion of both crystal meth and heroin with intent to distribute, or we can send ya off to the Robert Jameson School for Pansies."
"You mean Robert Johnson School Art School for the Gifted?"
"Yeah, sure, that." This school was known as not only a school for artistically gifted kids, but also a place to set misguided kids straight.
"I'll take it." I was a sophmore, and I didn't care. All I wanted was to get to Seattle and start school.
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27 (Extracurricular) Club
FanfictionThings are not all they seem for a group of artistic misfits at Robert Johnson Art School for the Gifted, a high school for kids who show promise in art and music, but who get into trouble elsewhere. When a troubled graffiti artist by the name of Je...
