Prologue
*Two Months Before*
"Mrs Washington Nice Seeing You As Always" Judge McKinley Sighs As She Look Down At Me. Rolling My Eyes I Snatch Away From The Fat Ass Policeman That Lead Me Inside The Courtroom.
"Likewise" I Plaster A Fake Smile Up To Her. From Down Here And Being Small I Took The Advantage Of Looking At Her Weave. Few Tracks Were Slipping Out I Laughed Aloud Seeing The Tracks Reminded Me Of A Slip N Slide.
She Eyes Me Then Look Through My Record That's Filled With Plenty Of Information On Me Only Bad Things Though Nothing Actually Good.
That Folder Makes Me Want To Burn It And Shove The Ashes Down Her Throat.
She Continues Reading Through The Papers Until Stopping At One And Widen Her Eyes."Mrs Washington You Tried To Stump Your Juvenile Inmate Head In?? Why Would You Do That" I Sigh And Smile Remembering My Size Four Shoe Repeatedly Stomp My Eighteen Year Old Inmate.
"Because Your Honor, May I Call You Rhonda?Cause My Tongue Can't Form Saying Your Honor Or Mrs McKinley" I Pause She Fold Her Arms And Stare At Me With An Impatient Face.
I Roll My Eyes. "Wellll To Answer Your Question I Had The Privilege To Go To The Basketball Court And So I Shot Some Hoops With Some Girl And I Won, But Anyway When I Came Back My Inmate No Edges Havin Ass Was Sitting On MY Bunk Bed, Eating MY Brownies My Grandma Made For Me And May I Add I Waited Three Months For Those Brownies And The Roach Looking Bitch- Girl Had The Nerve To Get Smart When I Politely Asked Her To Give Me The Remaining Brownies Back And To Remove Her Wall Having Ass- Butt To Get Off My Bunk Bed And She Pushed Me Down" I Pause.
"So When Lights Went Out Her Face Got Stomped In Nothing More, Nothin Less" I Smile Innocently At Judge Rhonda.
"Goodness Mrs Washington. All That Over Your Bunk Bed And Food?" I Frown. "I Don't Play About My Food I Mean That's Just Disrespectful"
She Runs A Hand Through Her Hair And I Widen My Eyes She Made It Worse I Can Even See The Thread Now.
"What Can We Do With You? You Was Put In Solitary How In The World Did You Possibly Bend The Bars?" I Continue Staring At The Loose Thread. It Look Like A Black Worm.
"Mrs Washington?" I Blink And Shrug. "Forget My Strength, Mrs Rhonda How You Let Yourself Walk Out Yo Home With Yo Tracks Running Off The Railroad And The Thread Giving Me A Full Dance Routine?" She Frown.
"What" The Courtroom Officer Clears His Throat. "She's Talking About Your Hair Um Your Honor" Judge Rhonda Eyes Buck Out And She Quickly Grab Her Phone And Look At Her Reflection.
"Your Drawn On Eyebrows Kinda Coming Off Too" I Mumble She Bangs The Gavel And Look At Me. She Continued To Stare At Me Until I Avoided Her Gaze And Look At My Shoes.
"Also I Want To Know How You Tricked An Officer To Letting You Have A Cellphone"
I Shrug. "He Said He Felt Sad For An Seventeen Year Old Girl Behind Bars" She Narrow Her Eyes And Motion For Someone To Come Forward. I Huff And Look Over As The Juvenile Officer Limp Forward With A Cask On His Left Hand And A Neck Brace On.
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