Bad influences

The End

The police officer paced the windowless room, one heavy stride after another. His uniform was stiff and his mustache itched, however he could give no indication of how uncomfortable he was. He was the unwavering voice of the law and he had no time to deal with the pain in his feet from his shoes, which were a size too small. Four teenagers sat before him. Hard metal chairs dug into their backs and they shielded their tired eyes from the harsh fluorescent lights that burned overhead. The ringing in their ears almost overpowered the metallic sting that consumed their taste buds. Outside, in the hallway, machines beeped and keyboards typed, but despite all the noise in the police station, nothing could drown out the horrified screams of parents, as they discovered that their children weren't the little angels they thought they were.

"HE DID WHAT!!" One mother screamed from outside the stone prison. Andreous, the oldest of the four and the only boy, let out groan as he sunk deeper into his chair. He was suddenly very thankful for the 4 inch thick, metal door that separated him from his mother. Or better yet his mother from him.

" You're SURE it was her." a deep voice said, joining in on the chorus of distressed parents.

"Well, I'm dead," the girl sitting next to Andreous said as she flicked a singed hair out of her face. she kicked her feet up and slammed them down on the sleek metal table that sat in front of them.

"We're ALL dead, Kemme" Camwi, the girl perched next to Kemme, added as she picked twigs out of her golden locks.

"THAT'S RIGHT!" Said Ivwanna, the youngest and by far the most enthusiastic of the group. "IF WE GO DOWN WE GO DOWN TOGETHER!"

"I don't think that's what she meant Anna." Andreous scoffed as he rubbed his crystal blue eyes. his wood brown hair fell to one side, making his cheek itch. once this was all over he had to remember to get a haircut. Camwi pulled a small mirror out of the back pocket of her skinny jeans. The front was caked with mud, and the mirror on the inside was cracked, but that didn't stop Camwi from attempting to fix the smudged remains of her makeup.

"What are you doing?" Kemme asked as she leaned over to make funny faces in the little sheet of glass. Camwi simply rolled her big blue eyes.

"Kemme, put your curls on straight." Camwi said as she pushed Kemme back with one broken nailed finger. Offended, Kemme grabbed her dark brown curls, which sprawled out in nearly every direction. Camwi just rolled her eyes again and continued," Five teenagers have just committed the biggest crime spree since Bonnie and Clyde took to the streets. The press is bound to be all over this!" She flipped her hair back and her eyes were shining.

"Camwi this isn't a photo shoot. we could go to jail." Andreous said, his face buried in his hands. He was so tired that even breathing seemed difficult.

" Well just because we're criminals doesn't mean we can't be unlawfully gorgeous. " Camwi said as she tried to remove the mystery stain from her sky blue, satin, blouse.

The police officer silently watched them as he leaned up against one of the concrete walls. He couldn't begin questioning them until the fifth child arrived. Well these werent really children but they could hardly be considered adults. he wondered if they would be tried as juveniles or not and for a moment he had some sympathy for the parents of these youngsters. He, himself had two young daughters at home, and he couldn't imagine their sweet smiling faces plastered all over the news , labeling them criminals.

Andreous slumped lower in his chair and Ivwanna reached over to comfort him. She patted his head lightly but to Andreous it still felt like a thousand pounds slamming into his skull. He knew that the five of them we're in trouble, he knew what they had done was wrong, but never had he ever thought of them as criminals. What was even worse was how loosely Camwi had used the word. Like committing a crime was as simple as forgetting your lunch in your locker.