Okay, so maybe I won't get all 7 done tonight.and I start school again
tomorrow, so the rest'll prob'ly be out by tomorrow night. Onto.who's
next.okay, the chapters are going to be shorter now, so I can get them done
faster.
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LeTeisha Schumer
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I have that don't-mess-with-me attitude going on. In the way I act, and the way I look. I always wear my hair in cornrows, and I wear baggy pants. I'm not a tomboy though, I just act rough. And, I like excitement. Make that love. Like that time I jumped off that bridge, or the time I jumped across my window to the next door neighbor's roof. I guess it started back in Kindergarten, when I jumped from one end of the monkey bars to the other end, and broke my arm in 2 places.
Nothing compared to what I did this time though.
Joyriding. But not just in any car.
In a police car.
Let's just say the policeman wasn't to happy when he finally pulled me over. And he didn't exactly believe my, "I was just looking for excitement" speech either. No, this time, he read me my rights, put me in handcuffs, and led me right on down to the police station.
Didn't even let me drive. Bummer.
How was I supposed to know that stealing a police car and driving it at 90 M.P.H. would make me eligible for jail?
Well, Jail or Camp Green Lake.
I asked him, "What the heck's Camp Green Lake?"
"A camp for juvenile delinquents. It used to be just boys, but now it's for girls too." The Judge answered, "Now what is your decision?"
I decided on Camp Green Lake. It has to have a lake, right? Can't be that bad.
Boy, was I wrong.
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LeTeisha Schumer
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I have that don't-mess-with-me attitude going on. In the way I act, and the way I look. I always wear my hair in cornrows, and I wear baggy pants. I'm not a tomboy though, I just act rough. And, I like excitement. Make that love. Like that time I jumped off that bridge, or the time I jumped across my window to the next door neighbor's roof. I guess it started back in Kindergarten, when I jumped from one end of the monkey bars to the other end, and broke my arm in 2 places.
Nothing compared to what I did this time though.
Joyriding. But not just in any car.
In a police car.
Let's just say the policeman wasn't to happy when he finally pulled me over. And he didn't exactly believe my, "I was just looking for excitement" speech either. No, this time, he read me my rights, put me in handcuffs, and led me right on down to the police station.
Didn't even let me drive. Bummer.
How was I supposed to know that stealing a police car and driving it at 90 M.P.H. would make me eligible for jail?
Well, Jail or Camp Green Lake.
I asked him, "What the heck's Camp Green Lake?"
"A camp for juvenile delinquents. It used to be just boys, but now it's for girls too." The Judge answered, "Now what is your decision?"
I decided on Camp Green Lake. It has to have a lake, right? Can't be that bad.
Boy, was I wrong.
