"Why are you here ? Didn't they tell you you had court today ?" asked my juvie caseworker Mrs. Jerri.
My reply, " na I woke up and they sent me to school , nobody mentioned court to me."
I had went to school in my Nike sweat pants , a white tank top and my all white shell toed Adidas, so Mrs. Jerri was looking at me kind of sideways.
Earlier that summer I had gotten arrested. Riding around w 2 firearms, cocaine, weed, and open containers. None of those things were mine, but the people I was with didn't claim none of their shit , so you know how that goes. I ended up getting sent off to a group home for deliquients and foster children. The group home was call Sherrifs Boys Ranch. I was originally from Tifton, Ga but they had sent me to Hahirah, Ga. I was only supposed to be there 30 days , but ended up staying longer . Meaning I had to start my 11th grade year off at Lowndes High school.
"Your progress is good and your grades are excellent . I think it's time to she go home . " said the Judge. Of course I'm happy as hell to be going back home, but I sat there confused be cause this man said my progress was good . I was VERY confused because at that time I was living in a different group home they had originally sent me to be cause I had gotten into a fight with one of the girls and the instructor didn't want me there anymore. Even when they sent me to Raintree I still was no saint. But hey I was happy to be free so shit I didn't complain.
