Anarchy

Chapter 1: On Trial

City hall burned down and it's not my fault.

Ok, ok maybe it's a tinsy bit my fault- but I swear it was unintentional!

"Miss Connors, get to the story," The policewoman demanded.

I gulped. She was a mean lady- you know, the kind that made you want to crawl back to your mommy? She likes to do this thing where she raises her eyebrow and gives me a pointed look whenever I say something she deems particularly stupid and irresponsible.

It's like she expects me, a mere 17 year old, to be on top of things. I'm supposed to be 'held accountable for my actions.' I mean can you imagine? The nerve of that woman.

"Well, I was on my way to Albert's Sodashop to pick up some lollies, because  they're amazing and I love them, although I love the cherry ones more than the grape ones. I actually still have some in my pocket- you want one?"

"Miss Connors. The story. "

"Right. Anyways I was at the shop when I bumped into an old friend. You'll never guess who- Charlie Goldman! Yeah he's back for the summer and was telling me allll about Las Vegas. He's such a little weasel that one- said he won $10,000 in black jack, but I have my suspicions "

At that time, Mrs. Policewoman was beginning to narrow her eyes. I think she suspects I'm getting off topic, which I may add, is totally true. But let's not tell her that, shall we?

"So Charlie was sipping his root beer float," because even though he's 21, he still thinks he's 11, "still talking my ear off about Las Vegas when suddenly Gracie Bennnet walks in. And of course, Gracie has always had the biggest crush on Charlie, and Charlie, being Charlie, has absolutely no idea. But he'll figure it out someday and when he does, man oh man I hope I'm there to watch because-"

"Miss.  Connors. If I have to tell you again to focus on the facts this session will become very unpleasant for you."

See what I mean? She is not a nice woman.

"Proceed."

I looked at her from across the table, staring just long enough for an uncomfortable silence to fall between us, which I then broke with a clearing of the throat. After all, this is my story and I'm going to tell it how I want, when I want. So take that Policelady!

"Well," I started again, "Gracie saw Charlie and immediately swooped in to talk to him, which ultimately led to her inviting him to her father's party that night."

Gracie's father is the mayor, you see, and he was being celebrated for something, don't ask me what, and both the ceremony and after party were held at City Hall, seeing as that's the biggest accommodation in Greensville besides the school gym.

"Charlie being the dumb boy that he is said he would think about it, but probably wouldnt go (and I don't blame him). But of course Gracie always needs things to go her way so she didn't like that answer and pressed Charlie to go." Gracie really doesn't take no for an answer. I once saw her cry to a teacher for a half hour because she wanted to take the test on a Tuesday instead of a Monday.  "Anyways it ended up that Charlie would only go if I went too since he's the kind of boy who needs people to torment wherever he goes. I guess Gracie got upset and she stormed out, but nevertheless agreed. So you see, I was forced into this."

Police lady's eyebrow twitches upwards. Guess I said something stupid.

"So it's the fault of Mr. Goldman,then ?"

"Well,it's his fault I had to endure such a long, boring event." I gave the lady my most convincing smile. She grimaced.

Why did Charlie make me go? Simple- he likes to be entertained and what better way to spend an evening than listening to me make fun of the towns haughty rich folks. I'm quite funny you know. I've been told my impersonation of the mayor is spot on.
Why did I accept? Two words: free food.