We all know that Louis Sachar wrote holes. I only own Macon Sinclair Walker and Stoney. If you like this story please inform me. There will be a poll on my page. Please vote on who she should end up with. I would like to start that by chapter 4.
1 The Trial…
The last thing I really remember was being in a small dark padded room. Three medics came in. One had a needle. Two of the medics came at me holding me down, telling me not to fight back. I could feel the needle pierce the skin in my arm. The coolness of the ejected medication starting to run through my vain. Calmly he tells me to day is the day I was going to court today, and that this was to calm me down.
What seemed like hours later I seemed to come to my scenes and realize I was awake. My eyes slowly adjust to the room I was in. I was in a court room. Sitting there in a straight jacket my shackles resting on my baggy black jeans slowly falling down to my original style converses. My lawyer Mr. Bourbon writing notes down on a pad of paper every now and then. I could not really comprehend where I am and why I'm here. A cold hard expression penetrates my face to hide my confusion with in.
The judge was talking about murder. He looks over at me and asks if I could go to the questioning booth. I shakily get up. My arms still bound in a straight jacket. The chain of the shackles that was previously resting on my lap falls to the ground. With every wobbly step I take the clinking sound of the chain rang through out the room. The guard opened the door to the questioning booth and shut it after I got in.
Mr. Bourbon comes up to me. He talks to me in a careful and slow manor. "Now we are going to ask you some questions alright? Try to answer as truthfully and best you can alright?" He says I just stare straight ahead. He goes back and sits down.
Some woman comes at me holding a bible. "Put your right hand on the bible." They say. I just stare at her like she is stupid. She looks at the Judge. He nods for her to continue. "Will you state your name and age for the record?" It sounded more like a command than a question. "Macon Sinclair Walker… seventeen." I say in a quiet sarcastic manor, pausing after my name, and before my age. "Do you swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth so help you god?" I stare for a moment. "Yes…depending on whose god." I say slowly and darkly. She goes and sits some where.
A man from the table next to Mr. Bourbon gets up and walks over to me. He looks different from my lawyer. His face held more pity then anything else. He
starts to talk to me. "Miss. Walker my name is Mr. Tobin. Do you know why you are here today?" I just stare at him.
"You are here because you committed a very serious crime. This crime could get you the death sentence in most states. You have been charged with arson, selling drugs which include; cocaine, heroin, ecstasy, marijuana, meth, and something we can not identify but find it can be even more dangerous than all of the others. Those two charges are nothing compared to murder. Miss. Walker you have murdered two maybe four people." I just stare. This amused me, but I didn't let that show. "Do you remember any of this? It happened yesterday." My eyes darted from the floor to him. For some reason I couldn't really remember most of what he said. But selling drugs I do remember.
I see my Aunt Lou in the room. Mr. Tobin went back to his seat. Then my lawyer Mr. Bourbon gets up and walks over to me. Looking me straight in the eye.
"Miss. Walker I believe you are too unstable for juvenile jail. You need to be a place where you can have fresh air." He says with a wink. Only I could see it. I knew where he was talking about. I start this manic laughter. They look at me.
The judge tells me I can go. The guard comes up and opens the booth and shuts it when I get out. Chains clinking till I got back to my seat and sat down. He calls up Mr. Tobin and Mr. Bourbon. They talk for a couple minutes. Then Mr. Tobin and Mr. Bourbon sit back down. Then for some odd reason the judge calls up my aunt. He talks to her for a minute then she goes back to the seat she occupied.
"Miss. Walker you will be attending Camp Green Lake to work and live with the warden." With that he got up and left. I get up and the people from the mental institution come up to me as did my aunt. My Aunt Lou comes and gives me a hug. Sadly and not caring I can't return it. "Honey there are something's I need to know." She said getting a pad of paper and a pencil out of her bag. I just nod my head "Your bra size, shirt size, pant size, shoe size and if there is anything else you will need." She tells me. I giver her a questioning look. "All your stuff was destroyed in the fire." She answers my silent question. I tell her everything.
The medics each grab my arm. I try to fight back. They apologies to my aunt for having to see this, the way I was acting. Then drag me out to the van. Before they could put me in the van I jerk my body anyway I could. That resulted in an extreme amount of pain, and a needle being put in my neck. The medics put me in the van. I hear one of them mumble, "I bet she just tore her stitches." Then gets in and starts the engine. We head back to the god forsaken asylum. Knowing that tomorrow will be the day I leave for good.