Riot

Party

Fists banged on the bathroom door companied by shouts of "Hurry the fuck up." The music pumping from subwoofers made the whole house vibrate and shake. I washed my hands quickly before opening the door and having three people that were leaning on it fall over while others made a rush towards the toilet. Searching for my two best friends at a party for anyone above 12 years old was a hard task to do, pushing past people and saying the occasional sorry I made my way to the backyard with a pool. On some banana lounges in the far corner of the yard was my two friends Leon and Marco, who were sitting back with some sluts from year 11. As I approached them, the skanks looked me up and down then made that huh sound that basically means a huge middle finger to the face. I flopped into the spare lounge next to an older guy smoking a durry, and joined the conversation between Marco, Leon and the other girls.

"Like OMG this party is amazing! Like don't you totally agree?" Squealed the fat whore while she was twirling her hair.

"I KNOW RIGHT! THIS MUSIC IS SO GOOD!" Yelled another one.

"Dude, it's Party Rock Anthem, this song is shit," I replied out of the side of my mouth.

Unfortunately I didn't say this quietly enough so the fat chick stands up, leans over me and growls, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?"

I just stared into her eyes with a sly smile. The bitch then slapped me in the face, to which I straightened up making me a head taller then her and I quickly tied up my hair. By now a crowd had gathered around us two and every device imaginable was in people's hands ready to capture the fight. Circling each other we slipped insults back and fourth.

"You're going down you little tomboy bitch," She said while readjusting her boobs.

This provided a perfect opening, so I charged her down and landed a perfect uppercut on her chin. Stunned she fell backwards but soon stood back up ready for more. She then lunged at me grabbing my hair and yanking it forcing my head to snap in the direction she was pulling it. I had no other option but to grab onto her hair and start violently tugging to different sides, edging closer and closer to the pool until at the very rim of it I head butted the slut into the water. Her hand still being wound around my hair pulled me towards the water as well. Upon splashing into the pool red,blue and white lights shone onto the house, police siren blaring people fled in all directions. Exchanging looks both the girl and I dropped the fight, swam to the edge of the pool then ran away as well.

"STOP! POLICE!" Was heard through a mega speaker when the cops discovered that everyone was fleeing.

Sprinting towards the fence lining the backyard I was pushed to the floor into the mud twisting my ankle. The next thing I see is a baton heading for my face then blackness.

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I awake on a cold floor that smells of piss and shit. With a pounding head I look around as everything comes into focus. I seemed to be in a holding cell, there was a metal bunk bed with manly sheets, a shit covered toilet in the corner and a drain where I was lying. Pulling myself up and onto the bed I got the urge to shit, glancing at the toilet I noticed there was no more toilet paper.

"HEY! I NEED TO POO CAN I GET SOMETHING TO WIPE MY ASS WITH!" I called out with desperation.

An officer emerged with a tissue box, "This is the best we've got, when you done just call for me and we'll see about getting you home," he smiled and slipped the box through the cells iron bars.

Grabbing the box and bolting over to the fly infested hole I started laying the tissues onto the seat all around so I won't get some nasty disease from a crack addict. Once the whole rim was covered I dropped my pants and let nature take its course, relief passed over me as the turd plopped into the water. Suddenly a cockroach crawled along my hand and up my arm, shocked I began screaming and jumped up with my pants still down. The cockroach flew off my hand as I tripped over and hit my face against the bunk bed's solid frame slicing my shoulder on a nail jutting out of the bed. Pants down, shoulder pouring blood and a bigger headache, this was my Friday or Saturday depending on which day it was. Reaching for the tissue box I wiped my ass then pulled my pants up and inspected the wound. It wasn't too deep but the rate of blood pouring out made me worry.

"Hey! I'm done and I had an accident, I'm losing blood quickly, HELP!" I slumped onto the thin mattress and waited.

"Ohh that looks bad, come on let's get you out of here," Fussed the guard as he hoisted me up off the bed and literally carried me out of the cell, down a white corridor and into a blue office.

"So how did you cut yourself open?" Asked the man while grabbing a needle and thread.

"A cockroach spooked me and I fell over, cutting myself on a nail," I replied.

"Haha, I look forward to watching it on the CCTV camera," He chuckled.

"OH SWEET LORD JESUS THAT HURTS!" He had jabbed the needle into my skin and started stitching up the wound.

"Well sorry but it needs to be stitched," He said before jabbing the needle back in.

"So what's your mothers or fathers phone number?" He asked bluntly.

"Ummm 0457296543 is my mums, what exactly was I arrested for?" I questioned.

"Underage drinking and suspicion of consuming weed, you were one of the only ones that got arrested, it will most likely be a fine and a warning but if your urine samples show any traces of pot then you will be sent to juvenile detention to serve a sentence of about 30 days with community service of around 200 hours, so for your sake you'd better hope that it doesn't read positive," He droned on for a little bit after that but I stopped paying attention and started reading posters all around the room. There was the occasional don't do dugs and also practice safe sex, then there was one that captured my attention. It read: We Are Watching You, Every Where You Go, Everything You Do, We Are There, Obey The Law! This poster creeped me out and distracted myself from the pain. Before long the man had gotten up and said that he'd finished with eight stitches. He started to dial my mothers number into his phone and called her, after a few beeps she picked up.

"Hello this is Sarah," She answered in a shrill voice.

"Hi Sarah, this is officer John at the police station, your daughter Amy is here can you pick her up and have a little talk with me before you take her home?" John asked.

"What!? Yes I'll be right over tell Amy that I am furious!" With that my mum hung up.

"I wouldn't want to be you," He chuckled.

Worried I looked down at my hands and felt sick, there would be a lot of explaining to do when my mum got here.

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