Alison

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"16 year old Alison was arrested last night for 1st degree murder of her mother, Mary Troy." The news reporter spoke on the tv. Alison shook her head and went back to the chairs to sit down.She was being tried as an adult even though she wasn't legal. That's what happens when you commit a murder in the state of Oregon. Only, Alison hadn't murdered her mother. Had she? She'd know if she pulled a trigger right? What was she thinking? Of course she would have been able to tell if she'd killed her own mother, and of course she hadn't. She was determined to find out who had though. Her dad wouldn't answer her calls because he thought she was a murderer, but that's completely absurd. She was just simple Alison, and this was all just a bad dream. She wasn't awaiting trial for the murder of her mother. After all, Francine was still out there and in deep trouble, and where was she? In Lawson County Jail. "Ain't you that little girl who killed her mother?" Some big fat lady with a Mohawk and a tattoo on her neck that said Steve, walked up to her. "No. I'm innocent." Alison said and stood up. "But they found you holding the gun." Steve said walking behind her. "No they didn't find me holding anything but my mother. Now leave me alone." Alison said slamming her door shut to be alone.  "Troy! Your lawyer is here, get up." The correctional officer opened the door and Alison stood up and held her hands in front of her to be cuffed.  They walked down a long corridor and into a room. It had a one lightbulb, a simple table and two chairs. Alison sat down in one chair and a older man in his late 40s followed her into the room and sat down in the other. His bald head did nothing to accentuate that horrid thing of a mustache on his lip. He opened his briefcase and pulled out different papers, handing her a pen. "Look Alisha... I don't know what we're going to do here. You're on a trial for the murder of your mother and you look pretty guilty. " he said shuffling them around and setting them in front of her. "The most I can get you is a nice little stay in an institution. All you have to do is plead insanity." He said gesturing towards the paper, as if he wanted her to just sign them. "First of all, mustache man... my name is Alison not Alisha. And I'm not pleading insanity to anything because I'm innocent. I did not kill my mother." She said pushing the stack of papers back toward him and placing the pen down on the table. "Alexis, your fingers were on the gun, you had blood on your shirt! What do you think happened?" He asked pushing the stack back across the mint green table. "I don't know what happened. I woke up from a dream to go look for my sister. I opened the door and when I stepped into the hallway, my mother was already waiting for me in the hallway with the gun. Next thing I know she is laying on the floor, dead. I don't remember how she even got down there but I know it wasn't me who pulled the trigger." Alison said looking him in the eyes.  He looked back at her with one eyebrow raised and straightened his tie. "I'll um..I'll be in touch." He stood up to leave, and gathered his stuff together to put back into the brown leather briefcase. The initials, I.B covered the front in gold trim. "What's your name?" Alison asked turning to look at him as he got ready to walk off. "Israel... Israel Ballard." He said and with that, he was gone. "Alright, Troy. Let's go." The correctional officer, grabbed her and took her back to her cell.