Change

Change Chapter 03: Breaking Laws

"Hello, Ladies. Did you realize what speed you were driving at?" He said looking at me.

"No, officer." I said sweetly, turning on the charm.

"Mhmm." He looked at me. "Well I'll tell you. 89 miles per hour. Do you know the speed limit?" He asked, not giving me time to answer. "50 miles per hour."

"Yes, sir." Said, fluttering my eyes sweetly. "It's just that, I was-"I

"License and registration, please"

"Well officer-"

"Peterson"

"Officer Peterson, the thing is-"

"You don't have a license." He said.

"Well yes, I guess that sums it up." I said laughing nervously.

"Can you please step out of the vehicle so I can talk to little red here?" He asked, obviously talking about Callie.

"Sure." I said as Callie glared at me.

After about 10 minutes, officer Peterson stepped out of the car and said

"Please put your hands behind your back and push yourself against the car."

"Please, no! Please don't arrest me, please!" I cried desperately.

"You're going to have to take a ride downtown with me, miss Robinson."

"Yes, sir." I said defeated as a tear leaked down my cheek.

He led me towards the cop car and sat me in the back. I stared out the window and watched Callie drive away.

"Did Callie get in trouble?" I asked him.

"She is meeting is at the police station to see if your stories match up. We will be interviewing you, and if your story matches hers, she will be free to go but a few points will be knocked off her license because the story sounded like you forced her to let you drive."

"I did." I said, feeling bad for Callie.

"Please remain silent." He said to me as we pulled into the police station.

*

"Why did you force her to let you drive?" Officer Peterson asked me after I told him my story and let Callie go.

"I just wanted to see how it felt." I answered honestly. "I wanted to stop thinking about my parents and the morning drama." I sighed. "I wanted to feel free."

"What morning drama?" He asked

"Well it's a long story." I answered, not wanting to tell it again.

"I've got time." He said. "And so do you."

*

"My life can't get any worse right now." I muttered to myself.

I was laying down on a cold metal bed in a jail cell, waiting for Officer Peterson to come back from the phone call with my parents.

Ten minutes later, he came to the cell and says through the bars, "Well, I think you're pretty lucky." He said chuckling.

"How so?" I asked.

"Your parents were thinking about leaving you here but I convinced them that I didn't want you here." He chuckled some more. "Which is very true." He said smiling.

"Oh thanks." I said sarcastically as he walked away.

*

"Mom, please listen to me!" I yelled.

"No!" She screamed back. "I'VE HEARD ENOUGH!"

"You haven't heard what I had to say!"

"I'VE HEARD THE STORY. FROM THE COPS! YOU'RE JUST LUCKY YOUR FATHER DIDN'T COME PICK YOU UP. HE WOULD HAVE YELLED AT YOU IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. AT LEAST I WAITED UNTIL WE WERE-"

"Mom why is there a moving truck in your driveway?" I asked her as we pulled in.

"It's our driveway now." She said.

"What do you mean?!"

"You're moving back home. With your father and James and me." She said.

"Mom, no!" I yelled.

"It's what's best for everyone," she said. "You can't change it."

"WHAT ABOUT COLLAGE?!" I screamed, "COMMUNITY COLLAGE IS WHAT YOU WANTED!"

"You can walk there every day."

"Mom, that's like a thirty minute walk every morning!"

"And afternoon, yes." She said. "You need to learn from your mistakes, and that means consequences."

"Well where am I going to sleep and put my stuff?"

"In Jacobs old room."

"That room is so small! I won't be able to fit all my stuff in there!" I yelled, frustrated.

"We are having a yard sale on Sunday. Go through all of your stuff and keep a couple things. Throw the rest out." She said.

"That's so unfair, mom! I am not a child any more!"

"THEN STOP ACTING LIKE ONE!" She screamed and ran up the stairs.

I guess i was wrong when i said my life couldnt get any worse.