Chapter 1
Visiting day. The day the rest of my family that remains comes to visit. When they look ate with pity and sorrow, it makes me sick.
Jail. I'm in jail. This shocked everyone. Even people I wasn't very close to. Everyone knows, I'm the goody-two-shoes. But not anymore. That's what it seems like. I didn't commit the stupid crime. My brother Caleb did. I took the blame. Now, I bet you're thinking, why in the world would you take the blame for it? I'll tell you why. My brother was the straight A student, in the top honors society, and accepted into Harvard even though he's only a sophomore in high school. If he did anything to ruin his reputation, he wouldn't be able to go anywhere in life. Where as I, my job is just to sit there and look pretty.
So now you're wondering, what is this oh so awful crime that you're speaking of. We'll now I'll tell you. My brother used his "spectacular" smarts to hack into government databases, smuggled drugs, and hacked money into his bank account.
So now here I am stuck in jail for 7 year sentence.
Yay me.
My one friend, I guess you could say, that I made here, Evelyn, and I are having our usual basic chats. What celebrity got pregnant and who is supposedly dating who? These were our common conversations that made us laugh. Forget where we actually are.
People rarely come to see Evelyn on visiting day. Maybe once in a while this man would come. She would never want to talk about him, so I didn't push. But people always came for me which I hate. My brother always came. Sometimes my parents. But mostly my brother. The constant apologies, pretending to be sad. Saying he should take then blame. (Haha nice try I'm not that stupid) But I can see straight through his lies. He's happy, grateful that he's not in place. He's still a criminal at heart.
Me and Evelyn are talking. Waiting in the common area to even see if anyone comes for us. After a half hour of waiting, I'm about to get up to go to the library when I hear Evelyn gasp.
"What are you doing here?" She asks to someone I can't see yet.
"I'm visiting my mother.' I hear what I have now determined as a man say. "I needed to get away from him, which reminds me, we need to talk." I then see a tall muscular man, maybe two years older than me, step in front of Evelyn.
Oh Damn, is all I can think.