Hey guys! I starting writing this fic because.... Well because I kind of had
an idea. May need some help later on. But that's if I continue. Tell me
what you think about it and I may continue. Depends....
Chapter 1- Caught and Sentenced
Loud sirens screamed from the police cars as they raced down the city street.
A teenage girl ran as fast as her feet could away from the cars. She ran into an alley but she was cornered. Ducking behind a garbage dumpster she tried to camouflage herself from the police.
Her clothes stunk from blood. How it got there she didn't know. She curled up as small as possible. Unfortunately the police saw her.
"C'mon lady, you can't run away from us anymore. You're trapped," the officer said pulling her up off the ground.
The officers handcuffed her and threw her into the back of a police car. She sat silently while they drove to the station. When the car pulled up in front of the building they took her inside and led her to a windowless room. They locked the door and left.
The girl looked around at her new surroundings. There wasn't much to see. The walls were an ugly cream color and there was an intercom too. That was about it.
'How did I get her,' she thought. 'I didn't even do anything.
She sighed and leaned against the cream colored wall. She sat there for who knows how long until finally a uniformed man came into the room.
"I'm officer Mathews. Get up and follow me," he ordered.
Quickly and silently she got up and followed the man. He led her to another room where he told her to fill out the some sheets.
Most of her answers had nothing to do with what the question asked. Matthews looked at the sheet then back at her. He had a look of frustration and anger.
"Looks like you're trying to make this difficult," he said in an angered tone.
"But I didn't do anything!" the girl objected.
"Quiet!" he barked. "You'll stay in that room for the rest of the night until your trial tomorrow. I'll bring your dinner to you soon."
"Trial!" she repeated.
Officer Matthews led her back to the windowless room. She ate her dinner quickly then lay down and tried to fall asleep. Just as her eyes started closing the intercom in the room crackled then recited a message.
"You have two visitors. Please come down to the visiting room." The intercom crackled a bit more then went quiet.
An officer unlocked the door and she raced to the visiting room.
She looked down the aisles for a familiar face. Just when she was about to give up hope she recognized two young men.
"Bailey!" the boys cried.
"Jake! Ray! Omigosh! You don't know how bad it is in here! You have to get me out!" she yelled not giving them a chance to answer.
"Wo! Slow down Lily. Don't forget to breathe," the boy named Ray warned her.
The teen smiled at her friends. Bailey Heslin was 16 years old and had blonde hair just past her shoulders. An unusual thing about her was she had blood red eyes. But that didn't bother Jake and Ray.
Ray had short black hair and black eyes. Jake had messy blonde hair and blue eyes. Ray was the same age as Bailey. Jake was 17. Bailey, Jake and Ray had known each other since they were toddlers. They did pretty much everything together.
"Sorry. It's just I'm so nervous. I didn't even do anything and I have to go to a trial." Bailey frowned.
"Trial," they repeated.
"So, it's true then. They said you had been taken to jail but we didn't think it was true," Ray said with a frown.
"You have to get me out!" she pleaded.
A police guard was coming towards them so they realized they had to finish their conversation quickly.
"We'll find a way to get you out!" Jake yelled as the officer took her away. "Everything's going to be alright! We promise!"
That was the last thing she heard from them. That was most reassuring thing anyone had said to her in a long time. She wanted so much to just stay and be with them. Jake and Ray were like family, like brothers to her.
The police man led her back to her room.
"We'll wake you up at 7:00 am," he barked. "Your trial will be at 12:00 sharp."
"Why do I have to wake up at 7 if the trial is at 12?" Bailey asked confused.
"Because you have paperwork to fill out. A lot of paperwork." He left the room after giving her instructions.
Bailey lay down on the hard floor and tried to find a comfortable position. The truth was there was no comfortable position. Eventually she fell asleep on the hard surface.
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Bailey awoke with aches in her neck and back. The hard uncomfortable floor made sleeping a lot difficult.
Officer Matthews came in. Seeing that she was awake, he reminded her that her trial was at 12.
She didn't need reminding for during the night all she could think was the trial. One question that went throughout her mind all the time was what did she do to get here?
Flashback
She remembered waking up in a pool of blood. Her clothes were drenched in it, she a knife in her hand. How she got it she didn't know. She heard voices. She had walked into the living room. There was police there.
"Missy you're going to have to come with us," the policeman spoke in an icy voice.
"But...but I didn't d... do anything," she protested.
The policeman continued to walk closer to her. Without thinking she slid under the policeman's legs and ran out of the house. She caught a glimpse of paramedics lifting two stretchers into an ambulance. Ignoring the scene she kept running.
A while later she got caught. Another question popped up into her mind. Who were the people on the stretchers? All these questions she would ask the police. But they would probably think she knew the answers because they assumed she did it.
At 12 o'clock Officer Matthews led her to the court room.
"All arise," the deputy called.
There were very little people in the court room. Bailey looked around at the people. She didn't recognize anyone but there was a lady who she thought she'd seen before.
Everyone stood for a moment while they waited for the judge. The judge arrived shortly. She walked up to the podium (A/N: don't know what it's called exactly), her long black robes brushing against the wooden floor.
"You may all be seated," she said sitting down herself. Her name card on her podium said Judge Walker.
"We are all gathered here today to discuss the case of Bailey Theresa Heslin," Judge Walker stated slowly and clearly.
Bailey rolled her eyes. 'Gosh, she talking like someone died and we're at a funeral.'
"It says here you killed Sarah Linda Heslin and James Taylor Helsin, with a butcher knife," the judge read from the papers in her folder.
"Sarah... James... Wait a minute...Those are my parents!" Bailey started breathing harder, looking for some way this could be a mistake.
"So... you know them... do you?" The judge raised an eyebrow.
"They're my mum and dad. But there must be some mistake. I would never kill them," she stuttered.
"I object." A woman near the middle of the room stood up. Bailey recognized it as the lady she had seen before. She studied her closer.
"Hey! You're my mom's boss!" she shouted.
-Bailey's POV-
"Indeed, I am," the lady said. "I'm Ms. Patricia Paterson."
"Would are you doing here?" I snapped.
She had always hated my mom. And when it came time for the annual picnic at her work, our whole family came. Imagine how happy she was. Guess what later I just happened to spill punch on her "beautiful" fur coat. In my words it was a rat's nest. It was an accident, accident over my dead body. From then on she despised my entire family.
"I," she squawked, "am here to go against you."
My mouth dropped. I knew she didn't like me, but I didn't think she hated me THAT much.
At that moment I felt so much hatred inside me. My face started heating up and I felt the urge to just walk over to her and strangle her.
-End of POV-
The trial went on for another two hours. Whenever Bailey tried to explain her story, Ms. Paterson would cut her off and make a mean comment.
Ms. Paterson's idea was to get Bailey caught with no answers as many times as possible.
'That punk will be out of here and in jail soon enough,' Ms. Paterson thought instead of listening to Bailey's blabbing.
After a number of fights between Bailey, Ms. Paterson and herself, the judge had come with an answer.
Judge Walker slammed her mallet down a couple of times before the room went silent.
"Our trial is now coming to an end. Miss. Heslin there is currently a spot at Camp Greenlake. It's either that or jail," she informed Bailey.
"What!" Bailey shouted, "A camp? That's it? I thought when people did something they actually get punished."
"Oh trust me, it's much more then just a camp," she chuckled.
"Well anyways I'll take the camp," she decided. "By the way how long do I stay?"
Judge Walker slammed her mallet down. "Bailey Heslin is sentenced to 18 months at Camp Greenlake."
I know it's kind of short but I may have a new chapter soon. That is if anyone reviews. Soooo... review! Review! Review!
nise-anjel :D
Chapter 1- Caught and Sentenced
Loud sirens screamed from the police cars as they raced down the city street.
A teenage girl ran as fast as her feet could away from the cars. She ran into an alley but she was cornered. Ducking behind a garbage dumpster she tried to camouflage herself from the police.
Her clothes stunk from blood. How it got there she didn't know. She curled up as small as possible. Unfortunately the police saw her.
"C'mon lady, you can't run away from us anymore. You're trapped," the officer said pulling her up off the ground.
The officers handcuffed her and threw her into the back of a police car. She sat silently while they drove to the station. When the car pulled up in front of the building they took her inside and led her to a windowless room. They locked the door and left.
The girl looked around at her new surroundings. There wasn't much to see. The walls were an ugly cream color and there was an intercom too. That was about it.
'How did I get her,' she thought. 'I didn't even do anything.
She sighed and leaned against the cream colored wall. She sat there for who knows how long until finally a uniformed man came into the room.
"I'm officer Mathews. Get up and follow me," he ordered.
Quickly and silently she got up and followed the man. He led her to another room where he told her to fill out the some sheets.
Most of her answers had nothing to do with what the question asked. Matthews looked at the sheet then back at her. He had a look of frustration and anger.
"Looks like you're trying to make this difficult," he said in an angered tone.
"But I didn't do anything!" the girl objected.
"Quiet!" he barked. "You'll stay in that room for the rest of the night until your trial tomorrow. I'll bring your dinner to you soon."
"Trial!" she repeated.
Officer Matthews led her back to the windowless room. She ate her dinner quickly then lay down and tried to fall asleep. Just as her eyes started closing the intercom in the room crackled then recited a message.
"You have two visitors. Please come down to the visiting room." The intercom crackled a bit more then went quiet.
An officer unlocked the door and she raced to the visiting room.
She looked down the aisles for a familiar face. Just when she was about to give up hope she recognized two young men.
"Bailey!" the boys cried.
"Jake! Ray! Omigosh! You don't know how bad it is in here! You have to get me out!" she yelled not giving them a chance to answer.
"Wo! Slow down Lily. Don't forget to breathe," the boy named Ray warned her.
The teen smiled at her friends. Bailey Heslin was 16 years old and had blonde hair just past her shoulders. An unusual thing about her was she had blood red eyes. But that didn't bother Jake and Ray.
Ray had short black hair and black eyes. Jake had messy blonde hair and blue eyes. Ray was the same age as Bailey. Jake was 17. Bailey, Jake and Ray had known each other since they were toddlers. They did pretty much everything together.
"Sorry. It's just I'm so nervous. I didn't even do anything and I have to go to a trial." Bailey frowned.
"Trial," they repeated.
"So, it's true then. They said you had been taken to jail but we didn't think it was true," Ray said with a frown.
"You have to get me out!" she pleaded.
A police guard was coming towards them so they realized they had to finish their conversation quickly.
"We'll find a way to get you out!" Jake yelled as the officer took her away. "Everything's going to be alright! We promise!"
That was the last thing she heard from them. That was most reassuring thing anyone had said to her in a long time. She wanted so much to just stay and be with them. Jake and Ray were like family, like brothers to her.
The police man led her back to her room.
"We'll wake you up at 7:00 am," he barked. "Your trial will be at 12:00 sharp."
"Why do I have to wake up at 7 if the trial is at 12?" Bailey asked confused.
"Because you have paperwork to fill out. A lot of paperwork." He left the room after giving her instructions.
Bailey lay down on the hard floor and tried to find a comfortable position. The truth was there was no comfortable position. Eventually she fell asleep on the hard surface.
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Bailey awoke with aches in her neck and back. The hard uncomfortable floor made sleeping a lot difficult.
Officer Matthews came in. Seeing that she was awake, he reminded her that her trial was at 12.
She didn't need reminding for during the night all she could think was the trial. One question that went throughout her mind all the time was what did she do to get here?
Flashback
She remembered waking up in a pool of blood. Her clothes were drenched in it, she a knife in her hand. How she got it she didn't know. She heard voices. She had walked into the living room. There was police there.
"Missy you're going to have to come with us," the policeman spoke in an icy voice.
"But...but I didn't d... do anything," she protested.
The policeman continued to walk closer to her. Without thinking she slid under the policeman's legs and ran out of the house. She caught a glimpse of paramedics lifting two stretchers into an ambulance. Ignoring the scene she kept running.
A while later she got caught. Another question popped up into her mind. Who were the people on the stretchers? All these questions she would ask the police. But they would probably think she knew the answers because they assumed she did it.
At 12 o'clock Officer Matthews led her to the court room.
"All arise," the deputy called.
There were very little people in the court room. Bailey looked around at the people. She didn't recognize anyone but there was a lady who she thought she'd seen before.
Everyone stood for a moment while they waited for the judge. The judge arrived shortly. She walked up to the podium (A/N: don't know what it's called exactly), her long black robes brushing against the wooden floor.
"You may all be seated," she said sitting down herself. Her name card on her podium said Judge Walker.
"We are all gathered here today to discuss the case of Bailey Theresa Heslin," Judge Walker stated slowly and clearly.
Bailey rolled her eyes. 'Gosh, she talking like someone died and we're at a funeral.'
"It says here you killed Sarah Linda Heslin and James Taylor Helsin, with a butcher knife," the judge read from the papers in her folder.
"Sarah... James... Wait a minute...Those are my parents!" Bailey started breathing harder, looking for some way this could be a mistake.
"So... you know them... do you?" The judge raised an eyebrow.
"They're my mum and dad. But there must be some mistake. I would never kill them," she stuttered.
"I object." A woman near the middle of the room stood up. Bailey recognized it as the lady she had seen before. She studied her closer.
"Hey! You're my mom's boss!" she shouted.
-Bailey's POV-
"Indeed, I am," the lady said. "I'm Ms. Patricia Paterson."
"Would are you doing here?" I snapped.
She had always hated my mom. And when it came time for the annual picnic at her work, our whole family came. Imagine how happy she was. Guess what later I just happened to spill punch on her "beautiful" fur coat. In my words it was a rat's nest. It was an accident, accident over my dead body. From then on she despised my entire family.
"I," she squawked, "am here to go against you."
My mouth dropped. I knew she didn't like me, but I didn't think she hated me THAT much.
At that moment I felt so much hatred inside me. My face started heating up and I felt the urge to just walk over to her and strangle her.
-End of POV-
The trial went on for another two hours. Whenever Bailey tried to explain her story, Ms. Paterson would cut her off and make a mean comment.
Ms. Paterson's idea was to get Bailey caught with no answers as many times as possible.
'That punk will be out of here and in jail soon enough,' Ms. Paterson thought instead of listening to Bailey's blabbing.
After a number of fights between Bailey, Ms. Paterson and herself, the judge had come with an answer.
Judge Walker slammed her mallet down a couple of times before the room went silent.
"Our trial is now coming to an end. Miss. Heslin there is currently a spot at Camp Greenlake. It's either that or jail," she informed Bailey.
"What!" Bailey shouted, "A camp? That's it? I thought when people did something they actually get punished."
"Oh trust me, it's much more then just a camp," she chuckled.
"Well anyways I'll take the camp," she decided. "By the way how long do I stay?"
Judge Walker slammed her mallet down. "Bailey Heslin is sentenced to 18 months at Camp Greenlake."
I know it's kind of short but I may have a new chapter soon. That is if anyone reviews. Soooo... review! Review! Review!
nise-anjel :D