Okay, this is my second holes ficcy, so read my other one too okay? I don't
own what's not mine but what is I do, okay? Yeppers! Now read on!!
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Lindsey (ha ha! I used a normal name! Yay!) leaned against the brick wall, the wind whipping her loose black hair against her face. She took another drag of her cigarette, pulling her coat tighter about her slender frame.
The bell rang inside the building.
"Shit. We're late." Her best friend, Jessica, exclaimed.
"At least you've got Smith next." Lindsey said, dropping her cigarette and crushing it beneath the sole of her converse high tops. "She's easy. I've got Harding."
"Sorry." Jessica said apologetically, putting out her own cigarette.
They headed back into the school building. Jessica already had all her books, so she didn't have to go to her locker. Lindsey, however, had been lazy that morning and hadn't gone to her locker before break. She had to stop and get her history book before she could go to class.
The whole class stared at her as she walked in.
"Is there a reason you're late, Miss Miller?" Mr. Harding asked, fixing her with a piercing gaze behind his thick eyeglasses.
"Yeah." Lindsey crossed her arms in front of her.
"Well?" Mr. Harding urged after she hadn't said anything for several more minutes.
"I don't feel like sharing it with you." Lindsey replied airily.
"Please take a seat, Miss Miller." Mr. Harding sighed heavily.
"Whatever." Lindsey shrugged, shouldering her backpack. She made her way down the aisle toward her seat in the back of the class. A hand shot out and grabbed her butt. She smacked the guy hard. "I do NOT believe that belongs to you, Jeremy." She said acidly.
"That's not what you said a year ago." Jeremy said, cracking up. His breath reeked of alcohol; he'd been drinking with his buddies during break.
"Just because you are the father of my child does not mean that you have free reign with me." She said, shoving him hard. His entire desk fell over. The class laughed, and Lindsey placidly took her seat.
As soon as school let out, Lindsey said goodbye to Jessica and went to the parking lot to her car. She drove to work immediately, pulling up her silky black locks as she drove. She worked at a coffee shop on the mall strip.
"You're late, Lindsey." Maddie, her twenty-five year old boss, said to her as soon as she came in the door.
"I'm sorry, Maddie." Lindsey apologized, tying her apron on. "Traffic was bad, and I couldn't get here any faster."
"Well, I'll let you off this time, but only because we don't have any customers yet." Maddie said.
"Thanks." Lindsey mumbled.
As soon as five o'clock hit, Lindsey handed the shop over to her co-worker, Daniel, and drove to the nursery school.
"You're late, Miss Miller." The old woman at the desk, Ms. Griswald, said. She gave Lindsey a reproving glare.
"Sorry, I've been late all day." Lindsey apologized, signing her name on the check-out list. "Where's Gabriella?"
"She's in the toy room." Ms. Griswald replied, going back to the trashy romance novel she was reading.
"Gabby," Lindsey called, going into the toy-strewn 'toy room'.
"Mommy!" Gabriella, her two year old daughter, cried, running to give her mother a hug. Lindsey scooped her tiny daughter into her arms and spun her around.
"You ready to go home, sweetie?" She asked, blowing a raspberry on Gabriella's cheek.
"Yeah!" Gabby giggled.
During the thirty minute drive to the house, Gabby filled Lindsey in on what Little Johnny had done to Mary-Jane that morning during snack time, and how Suzie had gotten hurt during recess.
"Let's hope grandma's got something good on for dinner." Lindsey said, getting Gabby out of her car-seat and carrying her through the front door into the house.
"Lindsey? Is that you?" Her mother, Ms. Miller, called from the kitchen. She didn't sound happy.
"Yeah mamma!" Lindsey called back. She set Gabby down in the living room amid a dollhouse and a Barbie car. "Stay here sweetheart, okay? Mommy's gonna go talk to grandma."
"Otay." Gabby said cheerfully, picking up a doll and beating her against the dollhouse. Lindsey stood back up and made her way into the kitchen, unzipping her jacket as she went.
"Today has been so long, mamma, you have no-" Lindsey stopped in the middle of removing her scarf from around her neck. Ms. Miller was sitting at the kitchen table with a tall older man wearing a crisp business suit. "What's going on?" Lindsey demanded. "Who's this?"
"Lindsey, this is Officer Marshall." Ms. Miller said, looking down at her folded hands with a frown on her lined face.
"So what?" Lindsey said, shaking back her long hair and fixing them both with a piercing glare. "What's he doing here?"
"Miss Miller," Officer Marshall stood up and extended his hand to her. She ignored it and he dropped it back to his side. "I'm here to question you a bit. Please, have a seat."
"I don't want to sit." Lindsey declared.
"Lindsey, just sit down!" Ms. Miller snapped. Lindsey finally gave in and sank into one of the wooden kitchen chairs.
"Thank you, Miss Miller." Officer Marshall smiled, opening a folder he'd brought with him. "May I call you Lindsey?"
"No." Lindsey replied shortly.
"Well then." Officer Marshall cleared his throat. "Where were you last Friday night, Miss Miller?"
"I was out with some friends." Lindsey shrugged.
"Which friends?" Marshall pressed.
"Jessica Taylor and Will Hart." Lindsey said.
"You do know that William Hart was taken into custody yesterday evening and is awaiting a trial, don't you?" Marshall asked.
"Yes." Lindsey replied. "Jessica told me at school today."
"And do you know how Jessica found out?"
"Yeah, they were cousins!" Lindsey snapped. "Now is there a point to all this or are you just here wasting my time?"
"I note that you didn't ask why Mr. Hart was taken into custody." Marshall said. "Did you already know?"
"Yeah, Jessica told me." Lindsey said, getting annoyed. "He got busted for some drug deal."
"A drug deal that we as the authorities believe you and Miss Taylor played a large part in."
"Woah, hold up there!" Lindsey stood up. "You think me and Jess had something to do with this?"
"Yes, I believe I made that quite clear."
"Well you've got it all wrong!" Lindsey snapped. "Jessica and I would never help that dumbass in any of his stupid jobs!"
"Miss Taylor seems to say otherwise." Officer Marshall said. He slid a piece of paper across the table to her. "Here is your trial date and time. Your sentence will be decided there." He smiled broadly. "Have a nice day." And he showed himself out of the house.
"Mamma, I didn't do it." Lindsey said immediately. "I don't care what Jessica said! You know I wouldn't deal in drugs!"
"I don't know what I know anymore, Lindsey." Ms. Miller sighed heavily. "I also 'knew' that you weren't the kind of girl to go around getting pregnant, but here you are with a child and another one on the way."
"Mamma, I'm sorry." Lindsey sank back into her chair, holding her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, okay?"
"Why don't you take Gabby and help her wash her hands while I put dinner on the table?" Ms. Miller suggested.
Lindsey heaved a great sigh and went back to the living room. "C'mon Gabby, baby." She said, picking up the toddler. "Let's go wash your hands for dinner."
"Kay." Gabby smiled and tugged on Lindsey's hair.
When she got to school the next morning, Jessica was waiting for her in the parking lot. She was sitting on the stone wall, wrapped in a heavy coat and smoking a cigarette.
"Jessica! What the hell were you thinking!" Lindsey burst out, stomping up to her friend. "You told the cops that I helped? This was supposed to be between the three of us, Jessica!"
"I panicked!" Jessica said, rocking back and forth on the wall. "I couldn't help it! When the cops showed up at my door, I didn't want to take the blame by myself. Will probably told too."
"That's traitorous, Jess! You promised!" Lindsey accused, readjusting her backpack. "Now, thanks to you, I've got to go to court on Saturday."
"I'm sorry!" Jessica exclaimed.
"Whatever. I've got to go to class." And Lindsey brushed right past her and into the school building.
Despite her calm exterior, Lindsey was incredibly nervous as she drove her mother and daughter to her trial at the courthouse downtown.
"Now, just tell the truth baby, and you won't get in trouble." Ms. Miller said. "Gabby, stop kicking my seat."
"I'll tell the truth, mamma, but I don't think I'm gonna get off easy." Lindsey muttered, pulling into a parking space. She got Gabby from the car seat and she, Ms. Miller, and Gabby headed inside.
"Hi. I'm here for my trial." Lindsey said to the man at the security desk. "My name's Lindsey Miller."
"Right up the hall there. Courtroom two." The guy pointed.
"Thanks." Lindsey said. They entered the indicated courtroom. Lindsey was led to the front table, while Ms. Miller and Gabby sat in the deserted pews. The judge entered and they got down to business.
"Miss Miller, please take the stand." The judge said. Lindsey got into the tiny box, vowed to tell the truth, and sat down. "Now, you have been accused of being involved in a drug deal involving a Mr. William Hart and a Miss Jessica Taylor. Do you deny these charges?"
"No." Lindsey replied.
"Well, that was easy." The judge said, smiling to himself. "Explain exactly what your role was in this drug deal."
"I request that this is not put on file." Lindsey said.
"Granted." The judge nodded. "Continue."
"The three of us, me, Will, and Jess, have been dealing in drugs for nearly three years now." Lindsey said. "Will contacted people to get the drugs, I slept with them for payment, and Jess sold it off. That's how I was involved. On Friday, I showed up but only to say that I was out. I didn't want to do it anymore."
"And that's what happened?" The judge asked.
"Yes." Lindsey nodded. Ms Miller hid her face in her hands, and Lindsey felt more ashamed than she'd ever felt before in her life.
"Very well." The judge said. "Miss Miller, I am giving you an option here, because you were so willing to confess and because you were making an effort to end your deals. You can either go to jail, where your two friends are undoubtedly going, or you may attend a juvenile correctional camp in Greenlake, Texas."
"Well, I guess I'll go to camp then." Lindsey said, feeling her heart sinking.
"All right." The judge clacked his gavel on the podium. "Lindsey Miller, you are being sentenced to eighteen months of Camp Greenlake. Case closed." Lindsey let herself out of the stand and went over to her mother and daughter. She picked Gabby up and held her on her hip.
Ms. Miller just stared at her. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked finally. "I would have gotten you help, baby!"
"I wouldn't have accepted help, mamma." Lindsey said, hanging her head in shame. "I know what I did was bad, but I'm gonna make it up to you. I promise."
"Well, we'd better get home." Ms. Miller said, buttoning up her coat and picking up her huge handbag. "You've got some packing to do before tomorrow."
Dinner was incredibly uncomfortable that evening. Lindsey had been trying to fix things, make them right. And now it was all out in the open. At least Jeremy, Gabby's father, hadn't been brought into the whole thing. She'd gotten pregnant, after all, getting drugs from Jeremy.
The next morning, Ms. Miller drove Lindsey to the courthouse, where a bus was waiting to whisk her away to her new home for the next eighteen months.
"Be careful, baby." Ms. Miller kissed her daughter's forehead.
"I will be mamma." Lindsey promised. She hugged Gabby tightly and blew a raspberry on her forehead. "You obey grandma while mommy's gone, okay?"
"Okay." Gabby agreed.
"I love you, sweetie." Lindsey said.
"I love you too, mommy." Gabby said, hugging Lindsey tightly around the neck.
"You'll be okay without me? Taking care of Gabby?" Lindsey asked her mother.
"I'll be fine, baby." Ms. Miller forced a smile. "I raised you, didn't I? Didn't do a very good job though."
"No, mamma, you did." Lindsey insisted. "I'm gonna make it all better, I promise."
"Listen girl, you better get on." The guard said.
"All right, I'm coming." Lindsey snapped. She kissed her daughter and mother once more. "Bye mamma. Bye sweetie." Then she turned to the guard. "Okay, I'm ready."
He snapped some handcuffs around her wrists and forced her up the steps of the old bus. Ms. Miller stood by her car with Gabby in her arms and watched the bus pull away.
"Things will get better, sweetie." She promised Gabby in a whisper. "Your mommy's gonna get everything together."
And she climbed into her car and drove back home.
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Okay, so what did you think? I'm gonna have so much fun writing this! Lol. Yay!! Okay, you better review or I won't update anymore!! Which is hard for me, because I update soooo often!! Okay, you better review!! KK?? Fun stuff!! Luvs!! (ps review!!)
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Lindsey (ha ha! I used a normal name! Yay!) leaned against the brick wall, the wind whipping her loose black hair against her face. She took another drag of her cigarette, pulling her coat tighter about her slender frame.
The bell rang inside the building.
"Shit. We're late." Her best friend, Jessica, exclaimed.
"At least you've got Smith next." Lindsey said, dropping her cigarette and crushing it beneath the sole of her converse high tops. "She's easy. I've got Harding."
"Sorry." Jessica said apologetically, putting out her own cigarette.
They headed back into the school building. Jessica already had all her books, so she didn't have to go to her locker. Lindsey, however, had been lazy that morning and hadn't gone to her locker before break. She had to stop and get her history book before she could go to class.
The whole class stared at her as she walked in.
"Is there a reason you're late, Miss Miller?" Mr. Harding asked, fixing her with a piercing gaze behind his thick eyeglasses.
"Yeah." Lindsey crossed her arms in front of her.
"Well?" Mr. Harding urged after she hadn't said anything for several more minutes.
"I don't feel like sharing it with you." Lindsey replied airily.
"Please take a seat, Miss Miller." Mr. Harding sighed heavily.
"Whatever." Lindsey shrugged, shouldering her backpack. She made her way down the aisle toward her seat in the back of the class. A hand shot out and grabbed her butt. She smacked the guy hard. "I do NOT believe that belongs to you, Jeremy." She said acidly.
"That's not what you said a year ago." Jeremy said, cracking up. His breath reeked of alcohol; he'd been drinking with his buddies during break.
"Just because you are the father of my child does not mean that you have free reign with me." She said, shoving him hard. His entire desk fell over. The class laughed, and Lindsey placidly took her seat.
As soon as school let out, Lindsey said goodbye to Jessica and went to the parking lot to her car. She drove to work immediately, pulling up her silky black locks as she drove. She worked at a coffee shop on the mall strip.
"You're late, Lindsey." Maddie, her twenty-five year old boss, said to her as soon as she came in the door.
"I'm sorry, Maddie." Lindsey apologized, tying her apron on. "Traffic was bad, and I couldn't get here any faster."
"Well, I'll let you off this time, but only because we don't have any customers yet." Maddie said.
"Thanks." Lindsey mumbled.
As soon as five o'clock hit, Lindsey handed the shop over to her co-worker, Daniel, and drove to the nursery school.
"You're late, Miss Miller." The old woman at the desk, Ms. Griswald, said. She gave Lindsey a reproving glare.
"Sorry, I've been late all day." Lindsey apologized, signing her name on the check-out list. "Where's Gabriella?"
"She's in the toy room." Ms. Griswald replied, going back to the trashy romance novel she was reading.
"Gabby," Lindsey called, going into the toy-strewn 'toy room'.
"Mommy!" Gabriella, her two year old daughter, cried, running to give her mother a hug. Lindsey scooped her tiny daughter into her arms and spun her around.
"You ready to go home, sweetie?" She asked, blowing a raspberry on Gabriella's cheek.
"Yeah!" Gabby giggled.
During the thirty minute drive to the house, Gabby filled Lindsey in on what Little Johnny had done to Mary-Jane that morning during snack time, and how Suzie had gotten hurt during recess.
"Let's hope grandma's got something good on for dinner." Lindsey said, getting Gabby out of her car-seat and carrying her through the front door into the house.
"Lindsey? Is that you?" Her mother, Ms. Miller, called from the kitchen. She didn't sound happy.
"Yeah mamma!" Lindsey called back. She set Gabby down in the living room amid a dollhouse and a Barbie car. "Stay here sweetheart, okay? Mommy's gonna go talk to grandma."
"Otay." Gabby said cheerfully, picking up a doll and beating her against the dollhouse. Lindsey stood back up and made her way into the kitchen, unzipping her jacket as she went.
"Today has been so long, mamma, you have no-" Lindsey stopped in the middle of removing her scarf from around her neck. Ms. Miller was sitting at the kitchen table with a tall older man wearing a crisp business suit. "What's going on?" Lindsey demanded. "Who's this?"
"Lindsey, this is Officer Marshall." Ms. Miller said, looking down at her folded hands with a frown on her lined face.
"So what?" Lindsey said, shaking back her long hair and fixing them both with a piercing glare. "What's he doing here?"
"Miss Miller," Officer Marshall stood up and extended his hand to her. She ignored it and he dropped it back to his side. "I'm here to question you a bit. Please, have a seat."
"I don't want to sit." Lindsey declared.
"Lindsey, just sit down!" Ms. Miller snapped. Lindsey finally gave in and sank into one of the wooden kitchen chairs.
"Thank you, Miss Miller." Officer Marshall smiled, opening a folder he'd brought with him. "May I call you Lindsey?"
"No." Lindsey replied shortly.
"Well then." Officer Marshall cleared his throat. "Where were you last Friday night, Miss Miller?"
"I was out with some friends." Lindsey shrugged.
"Which friends?" Marshall pressed.
"Jessica Taylor and Will Hart." Lindsey said.
"You do know that William Hart was taken into custody yesterday evening and is awaiting a trial, don't you?" Marshall asked.
"Yes." Lindsey replied. "Jessica told me at school today."
"And do you know how Jessica found out?"
"Yeah, they were cousins!" Lindsey snapped. "Now is there a point to all this or are you just here wasting my time?"
"I note that you didn't ask why Mr. Hart was taken into custody." Marshall said. "Did you already know?"
"Yeah, Jessica told me." Lindsey said, getting annoyed. "He got busted for some drug deal."
"A drug deal that we as the authorities believe you and Miss Taylor played a large part in."
"Woah, hold up there!" Lindsey stood up. "You think me and Jess had something to do with this?"
"Yes, I believe I made that quite clear."
"Well you've got it all wrong!" Lindsey snapped. "Jessica and I would never help that dumbass in any of his stupid jobs!"
"Miss Taylor seems to say otherwise." Officer Marshall said. He slid a piece of paper across the table to her. "Here is your trial date and time. Your sentence will be decided there." He smiled broadly. "Have a nice day." And he showed himself out of the house.
"Mamma, I didn't do it." Lindsey said immediately. "I don't care what Jessica said! You know I wouldn't deal in drugs!"
"I don't know what I know anymore, Lindsey." Ms. Miller sighed heavily. "I also 'knew' that you weren't the kind of girl to go around getting pregnant, but here you are with a child and another one on the way."
"Mamma, I'm sorry." Lindsey sank back into her chair, holding her head in her hands. "I'm sorry, okay?"
"Why don't you take Gabby and help her wash her hands while I put dinner on the table?" Ms. Miller suggested.
Lindsey heaved a great sigh and went back to the living room. "C'mon Gabby, baby." She said, picking up the toddler. "Let's go wash your hands for dinner."
"Kay." Gabby smiled and tugged on Lindsey's hair.
When she got to school the next morning, Jessica was waiting for her in the parking lot. She was sitting on the stone wall, wrapped in a heavy coat and smoking a cigarette.
"Jessica! What the hell were you thinking!" Lindsey burst out, stomping up to her friend. "You told the cops that I helped? This was supposed to be between the three of us, Jessica!"
"I panicked!" Jessica said, rocking back and forth on the wall. "I couldn't help it! When the cops showed up at my door, I didn't want to take the blame by myself. Will probably told too."
"That's traitorous, Jess! You promised!" Lindsey accused, readjusting her backpack. "Now, thanks to you, I've got to go to court on Saturday."
"I'm sorry!" Jessica exclaimed.
"Whatever. I've got to go to class." And Lindsey brushed right past her and into the school building.
Despite her calm exterior, Lindsey was incredibly nervous as she drove her mother and daughter to her trial at the courthouse downtown.
"Now, just tell the truth baby, and you won't get in trouble." Ms. Miller said. "Gabby, stop kicking my seat."
"I'll tell the truth, mamma, but I don't think I'm gonna get off easy." Lindsey muttered, pulling into a parking space. She got Gabby from the car seat and she, Ms. Miller, and Gabby headed inside.
"Hi. I'm here for my trial." Lindsey said to the man at the security desk. "My name's Lindsey Miller."
"Right up the hall there. Courtroom two." The guy pointed.
"Thanks." Lindsey said. They entered the indicated courtroom. Lindsey was led to the front table, while Ms. Miller and Gabby sat in the deserted pews. The judge entered and they got down to business.
"Miss Miller, please take the stand." The judge said. Lindsey got into the tiny box, vowed to tell the truth, and sat down. "Now, you have been accused of being involved in a drug deal involving a Mr. William Hart and a Miss Jessica Taylor. Do you deny these charges?"
"No." Lindsey replied.
"Well, that was easy." The judge said, smiling to himself. "Explain exactly what your role was in this drug deal."
"I request that this is not put on file." Lindsey said.
"Granted." The judge nodded. "Continue."
"The three of us, me, Will, and Jess, have been dealing in drugs for nearly three years now." Lindsey said. "Will contacted people to get the drugs, I slept with them for payment, and Jess sold it off. That's how I was involved. On Friday, I showed up but only to say that I was out. I didn't want to do it anymore."
"And that's what happened?" The judge asked.
"Yes." Lindsey nodded. Ms Miller hid her face in her hands, and Lindsey felt more ashamed than she'd ever felt before in her life.
"Very well." The judge said. "Miss Miller, I am giving you an option here, because you were so willing to confess and because you were making an effort to end your deals. You can either go to jail, where your two friends are undoubtedly going, or you may attend a juvenile correctional camp in Greenlake, Texas."
"Well, I guess I'll go to camp then." Lindsey said, feeling her heart sinking.
"All right." The judge clacked his gavel on the podium. "Lindsey Miller, you are being sentenced to eighteen months of Camp Greenlake. Case closed." Lindsey let herself out of the stand and went over to her mother and daughter. She picked Gabby up and held her on her hip.
Ms. Miller just stared at her. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked finally. "I would have gotten you help, baby!"
"I wouldn't have accepted help, mamma." Lindsey said, hanging her head in shame. "I know what I did was bad, but I'm gonna make it up to you. I promise."
"Well, we'd better get home." Ms. Miller said, buttoning up her coat and picking up her huge handbag. "You've got some packing to do before tomorrow."
Dinner was incredibly uncomfortable that evening. Lindsey had been trying to fix things, make them right. And now it was all out in the open. At least Jeremy, Gabby's father, hadn't been brought into the whole thing. She'd gotten pregnant, after all, getting drugs from Jeremy.
The next morning, Ms. Miller drove Lindsey to the courthouse, where a bus was waiting to whisk her away to her new home for the next eighteen months.
"Be careful, baby." Ms. Miller kissed her daughter's forehead.
"I will be mamma." Lindsey promised. She hugged Gabby tightly and blew a raspberry on her forehead. "You obey grandma while mommy's gone, okay?"
"Okay." Gabby agreed.
"I love you, sweetie." Lindsey said.
"I love you too, mommy." Gabby said, hugging Lindsey tightly around the neck.
"You'll be okay without me? Taking care of Gabby?" Lindsey asked her mother.
"I'll be fine, baby." Ms. Miller forced a smile. "I raised you, didn't I? Didn't do a very good job though."
"No, mamma, you did." Lindsey insisted. "I'm gonna make it all better, I promise."
"Listen girl, you better get on." The guard said.
"All right, I'm coming." Lindsey snapped. She kissed her daughter and mother once more. "Bye mamma. Bye sweetie." Then she turned to the guard. "Okay, I'm ready."
He snapped some handcuffs around her wrists and forced her up the steps of the old bus. Ms. Miller stood by her car with Gabby in her arms and watched the bus pull away.
"Things will get better, sweetie." She promised Gabby in a whisper. "Your mommy's gonna get everything together."
And she climbed into her car and drove back home.
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Okay, so what did you think? I'm gonna have so much fun writing this! Lol. Yay!! Okay, you better review or I won't update anymore!! Which is hard for me, because I update soooo often!! Okay, you better review!! KK?? Fun stuff!! Luvs!! (ps review!!)