Ch.1
Scott Arminlo
Ok, let's get one thing straight! I'm not just some depressed or wimpy kid who has no friends so he just writes in a journal. That is not me at all! I'm just doing this because the therapist told me to.
Very likely story, yes, I know! But I haven't started writing in this journal until after my lessons were over.( Even though I never went to any of them) So you get treated to the full story! Yea!
I was born May 13, 1997 to Helena Kidler and Jim Arminlo. I'm 5' 11" weighing in at 145 lbs. with brown skin and black curly hair. I don't wear anything but jeans and non colorful t-shirts, and we live in Booneville, MS. But you don't want to hear anything about that, do you? Because if you're anything like me, you couldn't listen to someone else ramble on and on! So I'll skip to the good part.
Rufus isn't my real dad( Kind of a no brainer because my mom is white and I'm brown, and Rufus is white sooooo...), as I found out later in life, and after I found that out, things got...violent.
More often than usual, I'd get into fights with my mom over simple things like laundry and sweeping. Common stuff really. We'd forgive each other and then start another fight the next day!
Then I started my Junior year in high school. I was actually a good student, but nobody decided to hang out with me. Don't blame them! I made fun of teachers on a daily basis yet still didn't get suspended or anything. I guess everyone was just expecting this big blowup where the staff would ban me from every school district in Mississippi! Hah! That'd been the day!
Anyway, I usually didn't study, but I always had an excuse for certain things that I didn't do correctly and the teachers always listened, and I made the best grade possible on every test! Then, I had a calm streak. Everything was quiet and perfect for three months! I even thought that maybe everything was patched up with my mom! Well, it turned out, everything was building up to go wrong...
On January 14, 2013, I heard a knock at the door, " Coming!" I ran up to the door to be met by two guys from the police department, " Scott Arminlo?" I eyed them cautiously, " Yea, what is it?"
They didn't do anything other than cuff me, and put me in the back of their police car, " Hey! What the Hell's going on!?" Still nothing. " Hey! Is your mouth too full of donuts to speak?" All I heard was grumbling. " That's what I thought!" I tried my best to stay silent so I could listen to the conversation they were having, but over the sounds of the police radio going off, I couldn't hear a thing.
Finally, we arrived at the police station with no reason for why I was there, " Are you going to tell me know?" More grumbling! These guys were so not getting a tip! They thrust me through the door by my arm and threw me in a chair. " Sit." That was the first word(s) they'd said to me, " Hey! You're learnin' how to speak! I must be a better teacher than I thought!" One of the officers raised his hand threatening to slap me, but a familiar voice rang through the room, " Lay a hand on him, and I'll sue your pants off!"
I turned my head to see my mom walking through the front door, " Mom! What's going on, here? I'm just sitting at home and these neanderthals came in and abducted me!"
She shook her head, " No, I asked them to go get you." She kept explaining as she walked towards me, " I asked them to bring you here so we could address your rebellious problem." What!? " What do you mean ' rebellious problem' ?"Then my step dad walked in, " Don't get that tone with your mother!" I looked his way and sneered, " What do you care! You're not even my dad! "
" That's what I'm talking about! Right there! You're so quick to anger that you refuse to see reason! The only reason you're like that is because you're not used to people not agreeing with you..." He turned to look at Mom who nodded approval, " See? Even your own mother says so." I was speechless! My own mother was turning against me! My vision turned milky with as water filled my eyes. But they quickly dried up as they always do( I never cry).
" Why don't you all get a room!" The voice surprised me, but I turned back around and saw there were four or five other kids in there with me!
They were all surrounded by their parents, as well. But I looked at one guy in particular. He wore the same style as me except he was white, and I was brown. From the point I looked at him, I knew we were going to be the best of friends. " Why don't you mind your own business?" He smirked, " Well, if you didn't want me listening then you should have whispered. If that big mouth of yours has a whisper mode, that is..."
I was loving this guy more and more, " Why don't you just pay attention to your own problems!" He turned around, " Tch!" What a douche! I thought. I turned my head back to my parents who were nodding disapprovingly, but before they could say anything, the warden burst through the back door, " Alright juvenile delinquents, say good bye to your parents!" His glare turned darker, " You'll be staying with us for a few days! Parents, I suggest you
" What's he talkin' about, Mom? " She looked back at me, " This is what we were talking about when we said we were going to address you problem." If I had to hear ' problem' one more time, I was going to lose it! " But there's nothing wrong with me!"
Jim spoke up, " Son, please don't make it harder than it already is on your mother!" I retorted back, " Don't talk to me like I'm your real so-!" I stopped and saw my mom wiping early tears from her face, " Scotty, " Oh, man. Here it comes!, " Please listen to your father. Don't make it harder than it has to be! We' ll see you in a few days; maybe you'll have changed for the better then..."
She picked up her purse and walked out, accompanied by Jim.
Screwed over by my own damn parents! The guy that I was arguing with earlier spoke up again after his parents left, " Awwww, family troubles?" He laughed, and I was about to speak up when the warden starting ranting again, " Alright you pansies take off your shoes and change into these clothes!" He tossed a pile of clothes towards us and all of the teens/ pre-teens groaned.
After we all changed, the warden barked more orders, " Alright, you all! You are going to get in a straight line. You are going to be quiet, and you are going to do as my staff and I say! Do we all understand each other?" Some of us mumbled in agreement; the others silently cursed at him under their breath.
" Good! Open the doors!" The back doors that he came out of automatically opened at his command. " Welcome to prison boys!" He walked in and we followed.
The guy that I'd been arguing with incidently happened to be in front of me so I told him exactly what I know he'd been thinking, " I really think he means: Welcome to Hell." I whispered so the warden wouldn't hear me. But the other guy apparently didn't think about it because he laughed out loud. Thank God the warden was old, otherwise, he would have been like white on rice( I'm not usually the one to use idioms.)!
As we walked, the warden explained what was going on, " I know what you all are thinking and here is the answer: You are all here by the request of your victimized parents!" He did not just say " victimized!" , " They wanted you here because they care for you. I can't say as such for you all!" This guy was sooo lucky that I was handcuffed! " This is a program to show you all what will happen if you keep doing what you're doing and abusing your parents! " This was a total rip- off from Beyond Scared Straight! If A&E found out, they were sooo getting sued!
We walked past the cells and the warden made us stop, " Analyze these criminals. Then, I want you all to do something for me: picture your face on their heads." None of the prisoners were paying attention to us, though. They were all beating up another guy in a corner. The sad thing was that the prison guards were doing nothing to help him.
" Help me! Oh Go-! Please hel-!" The guys screams tore through the silence of the hallway. They stopped beating him and split up across the room, still not paying attention to us.
I leaned my head in closer to get a good look at the man. He wasn't old looking. In fact, he looked like he could handle himself in a good little skirmish, but all those men ganging up on him really wasn't in his favor. His head was cracked open and he was bleeding everywhere. I looked at his legs and saw that he only had one, and the other was badly mangled. I started thinking about which fight made him lose his first leg, but the man sprang to life and grabbed me by my shirt collar.
Every syllable he spoke spat blood in my face, " Get...get...get out w-w-while you can, young demigod! You'll see s-soon enough; you a-and you- your friends! Hahahahahahahah!" The guards hit him in the head with their baton, and the old man was knocked unconscious, " Okay, that's enough!" They pulled me back to the line and we continued walking.
Demigod? What's that? Confusion was only the first in the line of emotions and thoughts that I was going to feel in the duration of my visit to Hell.
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