Well here is my first story. Hope you like it! Please review!
Disclaimer: I do not own BTR...darn.
~Sam's POV~
"Samantha L. Forrester, this court finds you guilty. You are to stay at a juvenile detention center for the next six months."
Six months? Isn't that a little harsh for something so small?
I looked over towards my parents. My mother had her head in her hands and wept while my father sat there with a stern disapproving look upon his face. He looked as though if he could kill the judge with impunity he'd do it, no doubt.
My lawyer motioned me to stand up. I walked out of the court room without another look at my parents. I was so ashamed I didn't think I could stand having them look at me like my father did at the judge.
My lawyer turned to me. "Samantha I'm really sorry. You have tonight to get your stuff together. I'll be at your house at noon tomorrow to bring you to the detention center."
I nodded slowly, staring at the floor.
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"I know we raised her better than this!"
"You think she's guilty?"
"How could she be innocent?"
"She's your daughter!"
I sat in my bedroom listening to my parents fight. It really hurt to think that my own father believed me to be guilty. As far as I was concerned I didn't do anything wrong. Then again, I did have really crappy luck. Pretty much anything that could go wrong does go wrong. Awesome, right? It's what I blame all of this on.
So, before I go any further I'm guessing you're wondering who is this chick and why is she going to some freaky detention center full of delinquent girls who will probably beat her up the minute she gets there, right? Well, my name is Sammie, Sam, if you will. I'm 16 and the worst part is that my birthday is in three months so I get to celebrate it in juvie! Again, awesome, right? So a couple days ago I was busted for something that I didn't even realize I did. I would tell you exactly what I did but then that would make the story boring and then you'd think to yourself "Oh, okay then! I don't need to read the rest of this now! Good then…NEXT!" That would just make the rest of this pointless. Therefore I shall not tell you until later in the story! Mwahahahahaha…
Oh, great. Now you think I'm insane, right?
Well I'm not. I just have a very creative mind.
…I blame television.
Okay I'm making this unnecessarily strange so let us just go to the next day…
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I watched a black car pull into our driveway. I felt my stomach twist in unfamiliar ways. That vehicle was nothing but creepy. It actually almost looked like a hearse. I picked up my two suitcases and slung my backpack over my shoulder. I hadn't dared to look at my parents since the day before. That would only bring more shame, fear, hurt, and more shame.
As my lawyer greeted me I stared down at my feet. She mumbled goodbyes to my parents and my parents did the same. I faintly heard my mother say goodbye to me, but I continued to ignore them and walk to the unnaturally creepy car.
"So your parents are able to visit you three times during the time you're serving. The two running the center are nice people, but they can also be very strict when they need to be. I suggest just staying on your best behavior throughout the time being." I heard my lawyer say, breaking out of my trance.
I slightly nodded, staring out the window. "What am I going to have to do there?" I asked slightly out of curiosity...mostly out of fear.
She thought for a moment before answering. "I'm not really sure, to be honest. Every place is different. I'm sure the other people there will help you through it all."
Juvie=prison=prison girls=NOT friendly=no help=I'm screwed.
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Okay, so someone mentions the word "juvie" to you, what do you think of? Do you think of prison? Hostile prisoners? Weird looking food? Those orange/striped jumpsuit things? Steel bars encasing you in a small room which could make the sanest person crumble inside the concrete walls slowly coming closer to you as you find it harder to breath as your body goes into panic mode?
That's what I thought, too.
We pulled up to a house. A HOUSE! This didn't even make sense, if I was supposed to go to a juvenile detention center then why did it look like a normal house?
Unless she had to talk to someone first... That would make the most sense.
The place was nice, though! It really had that homey kind of feeling. It had a wrap-around porch and the entire thing was a nice shade of brown. It reminded me of a log cabin, only stained everywhere. It had a stone chimney peering out from the back of the house, and a small shed that looked like no one had been in it for years. Oh God, I can just imagine all of the spiders and spider webs in there. Yuck.
My lawyer stepped out of the car and looked at the house for a moment. I stayed in the car thinking that she just had to talk to someone before we were to go to the actual detention center thing.
She bent down and looked at me through the window. "You coming?"
I looked at her skeptically.
"Don't give me that look, you were ordered to come here. Now come on, get your things and let's go."
I looked at the house, then back at her. She motioned me to get out with her hand. Reluctantly, I opened the car door and stepped out.
"Well? Nice don't you think?" She asked me. I raised an eyebrow at her then looked back at the house.
Weirdly enough the house was in the middle of nowhere; the only other building in sight was an old abandoned church at the top of a hill. The house itself was actually on a hill; the porch overlooking farmland and what almost looked like mountains blocking it off from the rest of the world.
Although, if you were to stand behind the house there was a decline going into what looked like a small forest. Beyond that if you looked out a few miles you were able to find a small town in the distance.
All in all, this place was nothing but seclusion as far as I was concerned.
"Aren't detention centers supposed to be…you know, kind of jail-looking?" I asked after a minute of silence. My lawyer clasped her hands behind her back.
"Well yes, but you see the actual detention center was filled up…"
That's possible?
"So this is a place for the kids to go when the detention centers are full. It's almost the same thing as foster care, except for the labor."
Ooh labor, fun fun.
She walked onto the porch and up to the door. I slowly followed after her.
"So, what exactly am I going to be doing here?" I asked.
"A variety of things…" She started as she knocked on the door. "Mainly community service—that's what most detention centers do, you will be homeschooled and learn the better ways of life."
Sooo… I'm going to become religious?
I nodded as a woman who looked like she was in her late 30's answered the door. She gave us a friendly smile as she greeted us.
"Hello," My lawyer said. "I'm Sarah Forsian. I represent Samantha Forrester, she's here to serve her time of six months."
The woman perked up. "Oh yes! Hello, Samantha! I'm Kathy; I run this place with my husband, Ron. Come inside, I'll show you around."
I looked at Sarah. She nodded, motioning me to go inside. I followed Kathy into the house. It was a lot bigger on the inside than it looked from the outside. When you walked in there was a huge living room with a fireplace and two couches and two REALLY comfy-looking chairs. In the back of the room there were stairs going up to a second floor. Right next to that was a small opening to another hall which led to someplace I wasn't able to make out from my position. To my left was the kitchen, it was small but it was cute. It had a table set for four people like you would expect, and in the back of this room was an opening to something I once again was not able to make out from my position.
I was led into the kitchen. Kathy told me to leave my bags by the door for now; I would take them up later.
Sarah wished me luck then left me. Alone. I felt so awkward.
Kathy basically gave me the same speech that Sarah did, give or take a few details. I zoned out for a while until I heard a loud thump -which pretty much scared the crap out of me- from upstairs followed by a few shouts. I looked up at the ceiling.
"Oh, don't mind that. It's just the other kids here. They can get a little touchy at times." Kathy explained.
My eyes widened as I took it the wrong way.
Kathy noticed. "Oh! No no no no, not like that. They just fight a lot."
I breathed a sigh of relief, I was afraid I was going to turn into someone's bitch.
After she explained a few more things that I really couldn't care less about, she stuck out her hand.
I stared at it. "Um, hello…" I guessed.
"Phone." She ordered.
"What?"
"You're phone, give it." She ordered again, looking way too serious to be messed with.
I took the risk. "Why?"
"We don't allow technology here. For the next six months you are going to be completely shut off from the world."
She did not look like she was joking. This actually scared me a little. What would I do without my phone? Now that I thought about it I never did see a television in the living room.
I'm pretty sure I'm screwed now!
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and slapped it into Kathy's hand. She smiled again and turned back into the kind woman that met us at the door.
"Now, I assume you'd like to meet the others?" She asked, walking out of the kitchen and into the living room.
"Uh, yeah, I guess."
She smiled. "Good. They've been excited to know that someone else will be staying here for a while."
"How many are there?"
"Just four. It's not often we have more than two kids at a time here."
She walked to the base of the stairs. "Get down here! There's someone I want you to meet!" She called.
"They're here?" I heard a voice say, pretty much to the point of masculinity.
"Yes! Now come down here!" Kathy turned to look at me and smiled. "You'll learn to love the boys."
"The boys?" I asked in disbelief. Did she seriously say 'the boys'?
Now I KNOW I'm screwed!
I could hear a pair of footsteps run down the stairs. My stomach started to twist. Somehow doing community service with guys didn't make me the most excited person.
A tall blonde boy came down. He had a square chin and HUGE eyebrows, I mean seriously! And I thought MY eyebrows were big! But compared to this guy, my eyebrows were as thin as a blade of grass.
I also noticed he had green eyes. Don't see that too often. You have to acknowledge it when you can.
Once he hit the floor he looked at me. The excited smile that was plastered on his face was instantly banished. He stared at me in disbelief.
"She's a GIRL?"
So? Te gusta? You like? I'm lazy so the next chapter will be up maybe like next week...maybe.
