Had to go to court last week and I just got out the slammer. I've seen some pretty legit creative writing pieces on here so I thought i'd write some of the things I was experiencing. You're more than welcome to fry me since it's been many years since my high school english teacher has. This could be the first and only one or it could be a few more if you want me to finish the story. For the duration of this first short piece I will refer to my lawyer as "Big Steve" for shits and giggles. My illiteracy is pretty out there so if you have tips for how to suck less that would be helpful too
BOOM...BOOM...I look around the court room, searching for the source of this sound. I smile to myself and slowly shake my head as I realize it's my heart, cruely pounding, trying to escape from my body. I knew that I had nothing to fear so why did I have this feeling of dread creeping it's way from my head to my toes. Big Steve assured me that there would be no possibility of jail time, but something was off. Big Steve was nowhere to be found. I do a quick peek over my shoulders and I see Big Steve motioning for me to come outside with him. I pick up my crutches, and hobble out the door. Before he began to speak I could already tell that things were not going as planned. He had a solemn look on his face and the corner of his mouth was slightly twitching, was it distain or contempt? He started off by mentioning that this was not a win, but he believed it was the best deal that I could have gotten. The case had already been continued once before and to fight it again would only mean a jury trial. I'm not a lawyer, but I believe he had my best intentions at heart. I take a deep breath and walk towards the menacing double doors that could only take me back to the court room. I sat down and awaited my turn. I wasn't angry and I wasn't sad, but I knew that I was going to jail. I knew jail wasn't the war-zone that the media makes it out to be. I knew that I would be fine. However, I also knew that the officers would do everything in their power to make my experience a living hell. This wasn't my first rodeo and it probably wouldn't be my last. I was in for a bumpy ride.