Prison Kids

Amya

"What were you thinking? Punching another student in the nose? You're better than that, Amya!" Principal Howers told me. My "mother" was on her way.

"It's not my fault! She was bullying me!" I responded, slouching in my chair.

"That's not what she said, or any of the witnesses."

"Who did you ask?" I questioned.

"Your friends Jessica and Alex." My friends? Yeah, right. And I support Iraq!

"Did you ask Blake or Abby? My ACTUAL friends who were there?" I angrily said.

"They are not reliable witnesses. They support you." Now I'm pissed.

"NEITHER ARE ALEX OR JESSICA!" All of a sudden, my phone played my special ringtone.

We, Can, Relate to your determination

Because we MONSTERS have our motivations.

Dad.

"Look, I know I'm in trouble but this is my dad. I have to answer." I said, about to swipe green. Principal Howers grabbed it and swept red.

"WHAT THE HECK? THAT WAS MY DAD!"

"Look Amya, we need to address the issue at ha-"

"YOU DON'T GET IT DO YOU?" I interrupted. "THIS ALL STARTED BECAUSE OF MY DAD. STEPH TEASED ME ABOUT BEING A RAPIST, AND I CAN'T SEE HIM. SHE SEE'S HER DAD EVERY DAY. I DON'T. I CAN ONLY TALK TO HIM ONCE A MONTH, AND NOW HE WASTED 3$ OF HIS MONTHLY 10 HE GETS FROM MY OTHER GRANDPARENTS, AND YOU HAD TO RUIN THAT. I HATE YOU!"

Now a security guard came in, and grabbed my arm.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" I hit him. He took out his taser, but the principal stopped him. I ran out of the room, and ran to the front of the school. The guard close behind me, talking into his Walkie Talkie. I was running so fast, I never saw my moms car.

CRASH