Officer Alex Mansley entered the Harrison home, tried his best to get past the reporters and investigators, and climbed his way up the stairs to Rachel's bedroom. The investigators had already gone through Rachel's room, but Officer Mansley still tried his best not to get any prints on anything.
Instantly, Mansley could tell that she was a tomboy, and would never wear the color pink with ruffles. She'd rather be a skateboarder than a ballerina. There is so much that you can tell about one's personality by one's room. There were no curtains on the windows, which were square and right down by the floor. Her ceiling tilted downward as he walked toward her bed, which looked to be a handmade quilt with colors blue (lots of different shades) white, and dark purple.
First, he tackled Rachel's dresser and nightstand drawers. Nothing. He looked under the bed and in corners, her closet. But again, found nothing. He was just about to lose hope when he walked across the floor, hearing a creak as he stepped down. He looked down to find a red and dark purple rug. He squatted down, pivoted his weight to the left of his body, and lifted the rug up with his right hand.
Success! He found a loose floorboard, about 5 feet long. He opened it to find pens and paper with little handmade dream catchers. Postcards from friends in distant countries and states, some chocolate. There were quite a few books; Mansley could tell just by looking at the books that she loves literature, and loves to read. She's got "Dracula" by Bram Stoker, "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott, "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Hamlet" and "Romeo & Juliet" by Sir William Shakespeare, "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings Trilogy" by J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemmingway, "House of Sand and Fog" by Andre Dubus III, and "Harry Potter" by J.K. Rowling.
A lot of classics. Mansley could get along with this girl, she has good taste.
Finally, at the very end of the compartment, he saw a red velvet book with gold lined pages. Though he felt guilty for reading a young girl's diary, he had to for the sake of her life, and the life of others.
He read….
I know I haven't written in a while…I just haven't found the time, strength, and chance to re-live everything that's happened in the past week. Dad's getting worse. He's brought home bags and bags of drugs every night. Mom can't do this; it's not good for her health. She doesn't want me to get caught up in everything that he is. Yesterday he asked me to get drugs for him, since the teenagers around here get better kinds. I just said flat out no. That's not who I am, even if I'm not going to use them, even if they're for him….well, especially if they're for him. The last thing I'm going to do is help him with his addiction problem, to make him more high to beat up mom. I can't stand that. Mom's told me lots of times before that if she had money, she'd get us out of here. But she can't. I hate money. People have to have money to be happy, and those who DO have money…take it all for granted and are snotty rich jerks.
Dad threatened to kill mom last night. I was so scared, I was shaking, and so was my mom. He beat her so bad. I thought he really was going to kill her, but he was too drunk and high to follow through with it, and he wasn't nearly fast enough to even catch mom. I try my best to get on with it and try to make it through another day. I'm not suicidal, I would never even think of that. Unless something incredibly devastating should ever happen. Killing myself because of my dad is not good enough, what a waste. All I know is that I'm not going to ruin my life, or the lives of others for that matter, over dad. Never. All that does is make him win. And that will not happen. That's the last thing on earth that will happen.
I better stop writing, if my dad sees this he'll probably kill me. I have to go eat dinner anyway.
Rachel
Alex Mansley nearly fell down the stairs as he ran outside to show this to Sheriff Jones.
"Wake up right now Rachel!" It was Caitlyn shaking her and whispering in her ear as loud as whispering could get, until turned into yelling.
Rachel jerked up, her heart beating…already nervous and sensing that something was indeed very wrong. "What is it Cate?"
"It's the police! Somehow they've found us. Me and Courtney know a secret way out of that alleyway over there….it'll be ladders, roofs, and pretty tight tunnel, but it's out only way out of juvenile jail!"
"Oh my god." Rachel climbed out of bed…threw her shoes on and her stuff into her pillowcase, and dashed out of the car.
Caitlyn led the way with Courtney and Rachel right on her tail. They went to every possible nook and cranny to hide in and every single corner to turn and run around. They went up steep ladders, jumped from rooftop to rooftop…went through tunnels that Rachel had no idea what people used them for, until finally they couldn't run anymore. Right there at the bottom of the building where the girl got off the ladder, were 3 cops.
"You girls sure do have a lot of nerve to run, and make your sentence a lot worse than it would've been. Gambling, robbing, disturbance of peace, destruction of property, and just the fact that all of you are under the age of 18." The Officer stated.
Caitlyn and Courtney were just shocked and very scared at what their sentences were going to be. Rachel didn't feel only that….but also she speculated at the fact of why he didn't mention the word 'murder'. She was extremely grateful, yet she didn't understand why he of all types of people wouldn't already know about the murder report that was on the news. Hell! he should be one of the ones looking for her! Rachel then had the weirdest feeling inside her stomach, and she knew that it wasn't just anxiety.
The next day, the girls were sitting in the court room, waiting for the verdict to be announced from the judge.
He sighed, "It seems to me that you girls have been stirring up the resting birds these past couple months." The girls rolled their eyes, what an old and lame saying.
"So here's what I'm going to do. I am going to give all of you a choice. A choice to decide what you're going to do."
'Oh my god get on with it.' Rachel thought to herself.
"Your choices are going to jail, or Camp Green Lake which is a Juvenile Correctional Facility……..for boys." He added.
"Who the hell cares!" Rachel yelled, "I know I don't….take me to Camp!"
Caitlyn and Courtney smiled at her attitude, but Cate new deep inside that what she said was out of anger and impatience, not humor.
"18 months, Camp Green Lake."
So Caitlyn and Courtney followed Rachel in her decision….soon they'll see what they're getting themselves into. Sure, it's better than jail…but soon they are going to want to spit at the name 'Camp Green Lake'….or rather, 'Yellow-Spotted Lizards'.
Instantly, Mansley could tell that she was a tomboy, and would never wear the color pink with ruffles. She'd rather be a skateboarder than a ballerina. There is so much that you can tell about one's personality by one's room. There were no curtains on the windows, which were square and right down by the floor. Her ceiling tilted downward as he walked toward her bed, which looked to be a handmade quilt with colors blue (lots of different shades) white, and dark purple.
First, he tackled Rachel's dresser and nightstand drawers. Nothing. He looked under the bed and in corners, her closet. But again, found nothing. He was just about to lose hope when he walked across the floor, hearing a creak as he stepped down. He looked down to find a red and dark purple rug. He squatted down, pivoted his weight to the left of his body, and lifted the rug up with his right hand.
Success! He found a loose floorboard, about 5 feet long. He opened it to find pens and paper with little handmade dream catchers. Postcards from friends in distant countries and states, some chocolate. There were quite a few books; Mansley could tell just by looking at the books that she loves literature, and loves to read. She's got "Dracula" by Bram Stoker, "Little Women" by Louisa May Alcott, "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Hamlet" and "Romeo & Juliet" by Sir William Shakespeare, "The Hobbit" and "The Lord of the Rings Trilogy" by J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Old Man and the Sea" by Ernest Hemmingway, "House of Sand and Fog" by Andre Dubus III, and "Harry Potter" by J.K. Rowling.
A lot of classics. Mansley could get along with this girl, she has good taste.
Finally, at the very end of the compartment, he saw a red velvet book with gold lined pages. Though he felt guilty for reading a young girl's diary, he had to for the sake of her life, and the life of others.
He read….
I know I haven't written in a while…I just haven't found the time, strength, and chance to re-live everything that's happened in the past week. Dad's getting worse. He's brought home bags and bags of drugs every night. Mom can't do this; it's not good for her health. She doesn't want me to get caught up in everything that he is. Yesterday he asked me to get drugs for him, since the teenagers around here get better kinds. I just said flat out no. That's not who I am, even if I'm not going to use them, even if they're for him….well, especially if they're for him. The last thing I'm going to do is help him with his addiction problem, to make him more high to beat up mom. I can't stand that. Mom's told me lots of times before that if she had money, she'd get us out of here. But she can't. I hate money. People have to have money to be happy, and those who DO have money…take it all for granted and are snotty rich jerks.
Dad threatened to kill mom last night. I was so scared, I was shaking, and so was my mom. He beat her so bad. I thought he really was going to kill her, but he was too drunk and high to follow through with it, and he wasn't nearly fast enough to even catch mom. I try my best to get on with it and try to make it through another day. I'm not suicidal, I would never even think of that. Unless something incredibly devastating should ever happen. Killing myself because of my dad is not good enough, what a waste. All I know is that I'm not going to ruin my life, or the lives of others for that matter, over dad. Never. All that does is make him win. And that will not happen. That's the last thing on earth that will happen.
I better stop writing, if my dad sees this he'll probably kill me. I have to go eat dinner anyway.
Rachel
Alex Mansley nearly fell down the stairs as he ran outside to show this to Sheriff Jones.
"Wake up right now Rachel!" It was Caitlyn shaking her and whispering in her ear as loud as whispering could get, until turned into yelling.
Rachel jerked up, her heart beating…already nervous and sensing that something was indeed very wrong. "What is it Cate?"
"It's the police! Somehow they've found us. Me and Courtney know a secret way out of that alleyway over there….it'll be ladders, roofs, and pretty tight tunnel, but it's out only way out of juvenile jail!"
"Oh my god." Rachel climbed out of bed…threw her shoes on and her stuff into her pillowcase, and dashed out of the car.
Caitlyn led the way with Courtney and Rachel right on her tail. They went to every possible nook and cranny to hide in and every single corner to turn and run around. They went up steep ladders, jumped from rooftop to rooftop…went through tunnels that Rachel had no idea what people used them for, until finally they couldn't run anymore. Right there at the bottom of the building where the girl got off the ladder, were 3 cops.
"You girls sure do have a lot of nerve to run, and make your sentence a lot worse than it would've been. Gambling, robbing, disturbance of peace, destruction of property, and just the fact that all of you are under the age of 18." The Officer stated.
Caitlyn and Courtney were just shocked and very scared at what their sentences were going to be. Rachel didn't feel only that….but also she speculated at the fact of why he didn't mention the word 'murder'. She was extremely grateful, yet she didn't understand why he of all types of people wouldn't already know about the murder report that was on the news. Hell! he should be one of the ones looking for her! Rachel then had the weirdest feeling inside her stomach, and she knew that it wasn't just anxiety.
The next day, the girls were sitting in the court room, waiting for the verdict to be announced from the judge.
He sighed, "It seems to me that you girls have been stirring up the resting birds these past couple months." The girls rolled their eyes, what an old and lame saying.
"So here's what I'm going to do. I am going to give all of you a choice. A choice to decide what you're going to do."
'Oh my god get on with it.' Rachel thought to herself.
"Your choices are going to jail, or Camp Green Lake which is a Juvenile Correctional Facility……..for boys." He added.
"Who the hell cares!" Rachel yelled, "I know I don't….take me to Camp!"
Caitlyn and Courtney smiled at her attitude, but Cate new deep inside that what she said was out of anger and impatience, not humor.
"18 months, Camp Green Lake."
So Caitlyn and Courtney followed Rachel in her decision….soon they'll see what they're getting themselves into. Sure, it's better than jail…but soon they are going to want to spit at the name 'Camp Green Lake'….or rather, 'Yellow-Spotted Lizards'.