Lilly

Chapter 10

Seventh Grade. Why am I writing this crap? I guess because I don't know what else to do. No one talks to me anymore, or believes me when I say I'm not doing bad stuff. Today I realized everyone thinks I'm a slut. They think I'm a prostitute. I'd heard that before, but didn't know what it meant, but I figured it out a few days ago. Where did they get that crap from, anyway? I would've said I wasn't, but as usual, no one believes me, but how can they believe something they haven't heard. They won't give me a chance to tell them I'm not. So, I guess I'm now a slut and a prostitute, besides being a druggie, a gang member, a liar and a thief. As if I'm that stupid!

Like her first and third home, her fourth home didn't buy her any clothes. All they gave her was a roof over her head and food. The food wasn't great, but it filled her stomach.

Being almost a year since she'd gotten any clothes, what she had was getting too small, not to mention ratty. Her tee shirts didn't even go all the way down her belly anymore. But the worst was that her underwear were in bad shape, and getting tight. In her desperation, she went to the closest super grocery store.

She wandered around, looking at stuff she couldn't afford, trying to be casual. The last thing she looked at were the multi packs of underwear, and picked one up. She then found several other things, picked several them up, and continued wandering. Over time, she put most back, slipping the underwear into her jacket, before putting the rest back.

As she walked out, two men grabbed her by the arms and walked her back into the store, to a room inside the 'Employee Only' area. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she knew they'd caught her.

"What's your name?" one man asked. She was on the verge of tears, scared of what was coming. She remembered that judge, too well.

"Priscilla," she said.

"What's your last name?" he asked.

"Pimlott," she replied.

"What's your home phone number, so we can get in touch with your parents?"

"I don't have any parents."

"Are you a foster kid?" he asked, and she nodded.

"You have foster parents, then."

"I just moved to my new home. I don't know the number yet," she told him.

"So, you're not going to cooperate," he said, nodding.

"I promise. I don't know it," she said, unable to hold the tears back any longer. He looked at her. Before anyone could say anything else, a woman police officer walked in.

"Alright, you have a choice, Priscilla. Officer Stilman can search you, and find what you took, or you can give it over on your own," the man said. Lilly didn't need the threat. With no further prompting, she pulled the pack of underwear out and put it on the table.

"I'm sorry," she said. The woman police officer had an odd look on her face, but said nothing.

"Is there anything else?" the man asked.

"No, sir," she replied.

"Do you want me to search her?" the cop asked.

"No, we believe she's come clean," he replied.

"We'll process her, and get her before a judge for her arraignment," the woman said.

"She's all yours," the man said.

The police woman escorted Lilly out, putting her in the back of a police car. They went to a large building, and the officer led her into a room with an old man and several other police officers.