Trapped Together

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Siobhan

I really fucked up this time. That was the only thing I could think the entire ride. The car passed the beautiful open fields and farms. I could not even day dream. Everytime I tryed to drift to sleep or think of something other than my current situation the sting of metal handcuffs brought me back. The back of a cop car was not where I had intended to spend my birthday.

But here I am. Trapped.

As the car pulled into Reform Acadamy, I gazed out the window looking at the ominous building in front of me. It was almost beautiful in a way. It looked like some gothic cathedral from the middle ages. It definitely did not look like a school. Parts of it almost reminded me of St Patricks Cathedral in the city, which made my heart heavy.

I missed home more than I can express. New York City is truly the best place on earth. I miss everything about it. I miss the skyscrapers and the food. Oh my god the food. I miss the grime and the graffiti. I miss everything. Well almost everything.

But that was all behind me. Now im stuck here. In upstate New York at a reform school until I turn graduate.

The two officers escorting me got out and opened the door. I could tell they were not my biggest fans.

"Thank you." I said with a smile to the one opening the door. If there is one thing I have learned it's never let a police officer think bad of you. Even if you committed the worst crime in the world, if they like you then its harder to convict you.

He answered with a grunt. He was a rough looking man. Stocky but very strong with tattoos covering his arms. He looked older, like he had seen too much during his time. I almost felt bad for him. He was fairly nice to me. He even looked at me like he felt bad for my predicament.

Meanwhile, his partner did not share his feelings. That man hated me and I could tell the minute I met him. He was obviously convinced I was guilty. Probably thought I belonged in jail. Maybe I did but that certainly was not up to him. He was tall and towered over me. With jet black hair and a fit figure, he could almost be handsome. But when he looked at me it was with hatred. That was fine, he could think whatever he wanted about me because he could never prove anything.

When I got out of the car, I could see the acadamy building much better. It felt like I was being marched to my death as we entered the gate.

When I stepped through the front door and felt the warm air envolpe me, I realized that maybe this would not be so bad. I mean it was better than prison, right?

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this story just kinda came into my mind and i haven't rlly been able to forget it so i figured might as well write it down.

if anyone actually ends up reading this ur literally the best and i hope you love it