Weird. [jimmy "the rev" sullivan]

Chapter 5

Just a side note; I have never been to jail, or known anyone who has, therefore I'm not exactly sure what all happens when you get arrested. I'm just winging it, so bear with me.

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The police officer held me by my arm, escorting me inside the police station- where all the real Huntington Beach criminals were.

"I don't belong here.." I mumbled to myself, as he and I approached a certain desk.

"Ahhh," another police man laughed, "so it wasn't the blonde kid. You better pay up, 'cause I could really go for a midnight snack right now." He laughed once more.

"Hey now, that doesn't count! It was a girl! Not any of those dumb boys." The police man (who arrested me) bickered, as he was filling out my paper work.

"A bet's a bet. Plus, it was only ten bucks, its not like you're gonna be broke or anything." The man chuckled.

I stood there lifelessly, during their stupid little dispute, wishing I'd never been born.

Mom and dad are going to KILL me.

I was supposed to be home an hour ago.

Jail is the worst thing that could ever happen to me!!

This is unreal.

"Alright princess, time for glamour shots." The police man snickered, making the other cop chuckle.

"Glamour shots?" I reluctantly asked.

"Mug shots." He rolled his eyes.

Right.

Because I'm supposed to think your shit jokes are funny.

All I want to do right now is cry.

And leave.

He led me down this little hallway that led into this decent sized room; then he handed me my 'sign', and directed me where to stand.

It took about 20 minutes before he finally brought me to my jail cell.

"Meet your new roommate." the cop chuckled.

I looked over only to find a very intimidating woman.

She was probably around 30 something, but man she looked tough.

I glared at the cop as he locked the door.

Okay, so I'm in jail, bail is 1,000 dollars, and my cellmate's a bodybuilder. I literally can't think of any possible way this night could get worse.

I looked over at the lady, and smiled briefly.

"Hi." I choked past my antisocial senses.

"Good luck." she glared, then laid on her bed and faced the wall.

I'm about to have a heartattack, this place is freaking me out.

After about 20 minutes of self-contemplating and a growing loath towards Jimmy, I decided I should probably get some sleep and see what tomorrow holds.

-the next morning-

I didn't sleep much last night, for obvious reasons.

I had wayy too much stuff on my mind and I was frightened by this place.

I laid there for about an hour, wondering was going to happen today; practically that same second, I heard footsteps running towards my cells' direction.