The Hidden Organization

Chapter 5 we break out

We were in the middle of a conversation when we arrived at jail.

During the car ride, we found out that the police officers names were: Sam, and Tony.

"Are you sure you want to become a forensic science professor when you're older?" Tony asked.

"Yeah, it's always been my dream, and passion. I want to teach at Irvine, the University of California. " Jordan answered.

"I wish my daughter would want to become something like that. She has her heart set on being a Youtuber." Tony wished.

"Why are we here? We didn't do anything wrong!" Jordan exclaimed.

"You can justify yourself in court." Sam mentioned.

Jordan was silent after that. We got out of the car when Tony left. It must have been night time because the sky was navy blue, and the stars were shining very brightly. I even spotted the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper; tonight was a full moon.

We entered the building, there was a front desk area, and jail cells lined the walls behind the desk. Sam held my shoulder so tight, it was like he had a death grip on us. He led us to the very last cell. He opened the door of the cell, and removed the handcuffs off our wrists. Sam pushed us in the cell, and locked the door. I took a look at the cell. It was painted pink. There was a metal antique white colour bunk bed, with white bed sheets, and pillow, and blue blankets, a stall for the toilet and a sink. Before Sam could leave, Jordan quickly asked

"Hey! Don't we get our orange jumpsuits?"

"You only wear orange, when you're being transported, or not been classified yet, or going to court. For the male prisoners that live here; in California, usually wear denim jeans, blue chambray shirts, and denim jackets. The female prisoners usually wear blue and white shirts, and chambray or denim pants. You guys will be getting the orange jumpsuits tomorrow since you guys will be going to court tomorrow." Sam explained.

Once he left, we both went to sleep.

***

"Rise and shine!" I heard someone shout.

I felt someone shaking me.

"Wake up Lana. Wake up." A voice murmured.

I sat up and rubbed the grogginess out of my eyes.

"Ugh, what time is it?" I wondered.

"I don't know." Jordan replied.

"Here are your orange jumpsuits, go put them on." Sam instructed.

Sam was outside our cell. He put his hands through the cell bars, he handed the jumpsuits to us. Jordan and I took turns changing in the washroom stall. We handed our old clothes to Sam. He opened the cell door, and announced

"Follow me."

We followed him outside, to go to the court next door.

We entered the courtroom; there were about two people in the audience. It looked like a normal court room. Like the court room from the television show; Judge Judy. It had red velvet floors, with American cherry coloured tables. There was a man with a briefcase, wearing a blue suit, standing beside one of the tables.

"You see that guy over there?" Sam observed.

"Yeah." We both said simultaneously.

"He's going to be your lawyer." He informed.

"But why can't we choose our own lawyer?" I pondered.

"I don't know why, we just choose one for you, probably because you're under eighteen." He responded.