5 years later…
The judge rapped hid mallet on the desk, forcing the court to silence. "Has the jury reached a verdict?"
15 year old Ashley Spinelli sat patiently behind the defendant's desk, hands folded neatly in her lap. She never really expected the jury to declare her innocent, they never did. Each year the attendants of Juvi Hall were permitted one retrial, each year there was "new evidence" in her favor, and each year she was found guilty. Guilty of the one crime she didn't commit that had ruined her life. She had been sent to Juvi Hall in the 5th grade, where she had gone to a "school" there, and had just started 9th grade.
"We declare Ashley Spinelli…" started the jury.
'…guilty of all specified crimes' Spinelli filled in silently.
"…innecent of all specified crimes." They finished.
"What?!" Came shouts from all over the room, Spinelli was surprised to hear her's joining them.
"Order! I said Order in the Court!" The judge kept banging his mallet, but to no avail. Finally he gave up a sunk into his chair.
People were patting Spinelli's lawyers on the back, hugging them, etc, but none went near her. She scared them, she knew. For that, she was glad.
^^^^^^^Flash Back^^^^^^^^^^
"hmm…" Spinelli nodded absentmindedly as the counsler droned on about controling her temper and finding 'inner peace.' She had been in Juvi Hall for less then a year and already she had seen the counsler, named Mrs. Perky, more then any other girl there. Mrs. Perky had taken a special liking to Spinelli, made her 'the project of the year.' She reached out to pickup her water bottle, and her hand stopped mid-air. Quickly she stuffed it back underneath her leg, trying to ignore the looks of pity the counsler was shooting at her. Mrs. Perky was sure that Spinelli was a victom of the circumstances, and that her 'aweful' childhood had made her go to such extremes to get noticed. Spinelli thought that Mrs. Perky's wig was a couple sizes too small. It was obviously cutting off the blood flow to her brain.
"People are your friends Spinelli, if you'd just open yourself up, like a flower, you'd have bee's swarming to get your honey…"
Spinelli was beginning to wonder if they payed her extra for the pretty talk. She certainly used enough of it.
"well?"
Spinelli looked up quickly, to find Perky's small, round face staring expectantly at her. She wanted an answer, and Spinelli didn't even know the question.
"Um, Kentucky?" It's not that she didn't want to pay attention, she just…couldn't. Perky smiled another one of those hidious 'I'm so sorry honey' smiles. Reaching out to her, Perky stroked her hand like a mother would her daughter. Spinelli tried to yank away-
She was standing in a field of flowers, all different kinds, so many that Spinelli wasn't sure if some of them even existed. Looking down she found herself trodding on a patch of blue and lavender dotted lilies.
'Ok- those definatly don't exist.'
Stepping over them she tried to untangle herself from the dress she was wearing, it had gotten caught on a rose bush. It was a dark red gown, like always, with no sleeves, and a low back and front. She tugged at it until it ripped, causing her to stumble backwords onto a ivy vine.
The vine creeped around her ankles and latched themselves to her skin, making it impossiable to run. She focused her attention on the ivy that was circling one of her wrists and used to other hand to break free from it, leaving blood marks on her wrists and palms of her hands.
She ignored them and began to unwrap her ankles, until her hands were cut so deep she had to stop. The vines had completely covered her legs up to her knees, and she could feel the squeezing.
"Let go!" She yanked her hand away from the vine that had again tried to capture it. Suddenly her dress split up into small sections, and flew up until they circled her. The vines had moved on to enclose her waist. She looked at herself then frowned a bit.
"It's making me a flower, I gosh, I do NOT want to be a flower!"
She felt her "petals" opening. 'Just like Mrs. Perky wanted.' Looking around she heard a low buzzing sound, just enough to remind her what else Perky had said.
"and bee's would swarm to get your honey…"
Then she saw them, millions of bees, coming from all directions, all headed for her. She screamed.
"Honey! Honey! Oh please be all right!"
Spinelli opened her eyes to find the very frantic face of Mrs. Perky. And about 20 guards, though they just looked annoyed. Spinelli glared, it felt like early in the morning, and she was in pain. Looking down at herself she saw the many cuts and bruises that the ivy had given her. She slammed her head back down, causing Perky to look up at her. She gave a squel of excitement and reached out to hug her. Spinelli held up her hand to stop Perky, who knows what the next flash would be.
She had started having "flashes", as she called them, a week after her arrival at Juvi Hall. She had thought herself to be crazy, and had almost reported herself to the counsler. In fact, she had been on her way to the shrinks when her now best friend, Carmen, had stopped her in the hallway. OK, more like demanded Spinelli give her all the cash on her, which was none considering how the attendents at Juvi Hall were given ugly black jumpsuits to wear that had no pockets. Bsides, there was nothing to buy and no way to earn money. After a short brawl, Spinelli had had another flash, and when she woke up there was no way to get out of explaining what had happened. Carmen had convinced Spinelli to put off confessing, and together they had tested Spinelli, until they came to a reason why she had flashes, or at least what they were.
They had decided that they were images shaped by the other person's most powerful thoughts, and was triggered by physical contact. Spinelli and Carmen had worked hard on making gloves, so that she wouldn't have flashes 24/7. Mrs. Perky, though, had demanded that she leave them off during their time together. This had been somewhat of an inconvience, because Perky liked to put her hands on Spinelli's shoulders, and hug her, and be a "mother" to her.
What surprised her the most was the fact that in this flash, the "flowers" had wanted to cause her harm, which usually reflected how the person felt at the time. Usually Spinelli received nothing but fluffinesss from Perky, and that was bad enough. But physicle harm?
When the person was feeling particular murderous, or angry, or their feeling's were stronger then usual, Spinelli's body was convinced that it was actually in that place, and it was a reality. Whatever happened in the flash convinced the body that it was actually harmed, and it inflicted the wounds on itself. So why was Perky's flash so violent?
^^^^^^Back to the present^^^^^^^
Spinelli almost smiled at that thought. Perky had eventually gone crazy, and had been sent to a looney bin. The new counsler had been somewhat saner, and Spinelli had actually enjoyed her time in counseling.
The judge taped his mallet against his desk again, and the commotion died down.
"I hereby release Ashley Spinelli from Juvinile Hall," he said, to make it official. "I demand a meeting with both her, and her parents after the trial. This meeting is excused."
Spinelli bid farewell to the counsler, and her lawyers, and headed over to the Judge. Carmen followed closely. Putting a gloved hand on Spinelli's shoulder she paused Spinelli.
"Congrats girl. You're free."
Spinelli turned to Carmen and gave her a rare smile, followed by a hug. "So are you. You'll have to show me the ropes. I think I've forgotten HOW."
Carmen laughed. She had been released a year before Spinelli, because a man had finally confessed to murdering her family. She had been accused of killing off her whole family of 8, when in truth her uncle had done it. There was no evidence for or against Carmen, so she was only sent to Juvinle hall. By request from Spinelli, her parents had adopted Carmen, and the two had become closer then blood sisters ever could have.
"you haven't been gone THAT long," Carmen assured her. "Ready to face the judge?"
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So- how'd you like this one? The next one probably won't be out for a while, but you never know.
Review!
Wazzup Girl
The judge rapped hid mallet on the desk, forcing the court to silence. "Has the jury reached a verdict?"
15 year old Ashley Spinelli sat patiently behind the defendant's desk, hands folded neatly in her lap. She never really expected the jury to declare her innocent, they never did. Each year the attendants of Juvi Hall were permitted one retrial, each year there was "new evidence" in her favor, and each year she was found guilty. Guilty of the one crime she didn't commit that had ruined her life. She had been sent to Juvi Hall in the 5th grade, where she had gone to a "school" there, and had just started 9th grade.
"We declare Ashley Spinelli…" started the jury.
'…guilty of all specified crimes' Spinelli filled in silently.
"…innecent of all specified crimes." They finished.
"What?!" Came shouts from all over the room, Spinelli was surprised to hear her's joining them.
"Order! I said Order in the Court!" The judge kept banging his mallet, but to no avail. Finally he gave up a sunk into his chair.
People were patting Spinelli's lawyers on the back, hugging them, etc, but none went near her. She scared them, she knew. For that, she was glad.
^^^^^^^Flash Back^^^^^^^^^^
"hmm…" Spinelli nodded absentmindedly as the counsler droned on about controling her temper and finding 'inner peace.' She had been in Juvi Hall for less then a year and already she had seen the counsler, named Mrs. Perky, more then any other girl there. Mrs. Perky had taken a special liking to Spinelli, made her 'the project of the year.' She reached out to pickup her water bottle, and her hand stopped mid-air. Quickly she stuffed it back underneath her leg, trying to ignore the looks of pity the counsler was shooting at her. Mrs. Perky was sure that Spinelli was a victom of the circumstances, and that her 'aweful' childhood had made her go to such extremes to get noticed. Spinelli thought that Mrs. Perky's wig was a couple sizes too small. It was obviously cutting off the blood flow to her brain.
"People are your friends Spinelli, if you'd just open yourself up, like a flower, you'd have bee's swarming to get your honey…"
Spinelli was beginning to wonder if they payed her extra for the pretty talk. She certainly used enough of it.
"well?"
Spinelli looked up quickly, to find Perky's small, round face staring expectantly at her. She wanted an answer, and Spinelli didn't even know the question.
"Um, Kentucky?" It's not that she didn't want to pay attention, she just…couldn't. Perky smiled another one of those hidious 'I'm so sorry honey' smiles. Reaching out to her, Perky stroked her hand like a mother would her daughter. Spinelli tried to yank away-
She was standing in a field of flowers, all different kinds, so many that Spinelli wasn't sure if some of them even existed. Looking down she found herself trodding on a patch of blue and lavender dotted lilies.
'Ok- those definatly don't exist.'
Stepping over them she tried to untangle herself from the dress she was wearing, it had gotten caught on a rose bush. It was a dark red gown, like always, with no sleeves, and a low back and front. She tugged at it until it ripped, causing her to stumble backwords onto a ivy vine.
The vine creeped around her ankles and latched themselves to her skin, making it impossiable to run. She focused her attention on the ivy that was circling one of her wrists and used to other hand to break free from it, leaving blood marks on her wrists and palms of her hands.
She ignored them and began to unwrap her ankles, until her hands were cut so deep she had to stop. The vines had completely covered her legs up to her knees, and she could feel the squeezing.
"Let go!" She yanked her hand away from the vine that had again tried to capture it. Suddenly her dress split up into small sections, and flew up until they circled her. The vines had moved on to enclose her waist. She looked at herself then frowned a bit.
"It's making me a flower, I gosh, I do NOT want to be a flower!"
She felt her "petals" opening. 'Just like Mrs. Perky wanted.' Looking around she heard a low buzzing sound, just enough to remind her what else Perky had said.
"and bee's would swarm to get your honey…"
Then she saw them, millions of bees, coming from all directions, all headed for her. She screamed.
"Honey! Honey! Oh please be all right!"
Spinelli opened her eyes to find the very frantic face of Mrs. Perky. And about 20 guards, though they just looked annoyed. Spinelli glared, it felt like early in the morning, and she was in pain. Looking down at herself she saw the many cuts and bruises that the ivy had given her. She slammed her head back down, causing Perky to look up at her. She gave a squel of excitement and reached out to hug her. Spinelli held up her hand to stop Perky, who knows what the next flash would be.
She had started having "flashes", as she called them, a week after her arrival at Juvi Hall. She had thought herself to be crazy, and had almost reported herself to the counsler. In fact, she had been on her way to the shrinks when her now best friend, Carmen, had stopped her in the hallway. OK, more like demanded Spinelli give her all the cash on her, which was none considering how the attendents at Juvi Hall were given ugly black jumpsuits to wear that had no pockets. Bsides, there was nothing to buy and no way to earn money. After a short brawl, Spinelli had had another flash, and when she woke up there was no way to get out of explaining what had happened. Carmen had convinced Spinelli to put off confessing, and together they had tested Spinelli, until they came to a reason why she had flashes, or at least what they were.
They had decided that they were images shaped by the other person's most powerful thoughts, and was triggered by physical contact. Spinelli and Carmen had worked hard on making gloves, so that she wouldn't have flashes 24/7. Mrs. Perky, though, had demanded that she leave them off during their time together. This had been somewhat of an inconvience, because Perky liked to put her hands on Spinelli's shoulders, and hug her, and be a "mother" to her.
What surprised her the most was the fact that in this flash, the "flowers" had wanted to cause her harm, which usually reflected how the person felt at the time. Usually Spinelli received nothing but fluffinesss from Perky, and that was bad enough. But physicle harm?
When the person was feeling particular murderous, or angry, or their feeling's were stronger then usual, Spinelli's body was convinced that it was actually in that place, and it was a reality. Whatever happened in the flash convinced the body that it was actually harmed, and it inflicted the wounds on itself. So why was Perky's flash so violent?
^^^^^^Back to the present^^^^^^^
Spinelli almost smiled at that thought. Perky had eventually gone crazy, and had been sent to a looney bin. The new counsler had been somewhat saner, and Spinelli had actually enjoyed her time in counseling.
The judge taped his mallet against his desk again, and the commotion died down.
"I hereby release Ashley Spinelli from Juvinile Hall," he said, to make it official. "I demand a meeting with both her, and her parents after the trial. This meeting is excused."
Spinelli bid farewell to the counsler, and her lawyers, and headed over to the Judge. Carmen followed closely. Putting a gloved hand on Spinelli's shoulder she paused Spinelli.
"Congrats girl. You're free."
Spinelli turned to Carmen and gave her a rare smile, followed by a hug. "So are you. You'll have to show me the ropes. I think I've forgotten HOW."
Carmen laughed. She had been released a year before Spinelli, because a man had finally confessed to murdering her family. She had been accused of killing off her whole family of 8, when in truth her uncle had done it. There was no evidence for or against Carmen, so she was only sent to Juvinle hall. By request from Spinelli, her parents had adopted Carmen, and the two had become closer then blood sisters ever could have.
"you haven't been gone THAT long," Carmen assured her. "Ready to face the judge?"
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So- how'd you like this one? The next one probably won't be out for a while, but you never know.
Review!
Wazzup Girl