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Like all true stories, it all started on a dark and dreary day. Just kidding, it was actually really nice out, but then again it always is in Cali. Yea, that's where I'm from, good old California. It was a Tuesday, and I was just getting ready for school. My parents had left for work already, so I was home alone, like all weekday mornings. I was running late to begin with, so I decided to skip breakfast. I was just packing up my backpack when someone knocked on the door. Who could that be? I wondered. To my surprise, it was the police.
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"Could I help you?" I asked the two officers.
"Is your name Claire Wilson?"
"…Yea…"
"Are you're parents home?"
"…No…"
"Where are they?"
"I'm sorry, but why are you asking?"
"I'm asking the questions here miss, now where are you're parents?"
"At work."
"Okay, well we're going to have to come in and contact your parents."
"…Okay, I guess."
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"I do not know what you're talking about! I did not cause "havoc" at a nursing home, I never stole anything in my whole life, and I didn't spray-paint a boys bathroom!"
Yea, that's what I was framed for. Can you believe it??? Causing havoc in a nursing home?! ME?! Whatever, of course they didn't believe me. They said they had proof that it was me. They wouldn't tell me or show me their proof, but I finally found out what it was at court.
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"Claire Wilson, please stand."
I slowly stood.
The judge eyed me questioningly.
"As I see, you have been charged for causing havoc in a nursing home, damaging public property, and stealing. Now you have a clean record, miss. And you seem like a nice kid, but we have proof that you were the criminal behind all this."
I raised my eyebrow in question.
The judge held up my school ID card. The one with the really bad school picture, I had a cold that day and my nose was all red from me blowing it. I looked like Rudolph.
"The police found this ID card at the scene of the crime. The boys bathroom that is."
He then held up a picture. It was the back of someone running away from a Wal Mart. Ok, so from the back, the kid really looked like me, same color hair, slim frame, but it was not me!
"We do not have any proof that it was you causing the havoc at the nursing home, but since this all happened in the same night at consecutive times, we have no choice but to charge you for it."
I kind of tuned out after that. I knew that I was going to be found guilty, so I was pretty much waiting for my sentence. I swear, I almost dozed off. Only then the judge whacked that hammer thing down, I always wanted to do that, and it snapped me out of my daze.
"Miss Claire Wilson, you have a choice. Camp Green Lake, or jail?"
I certainly did not want to go to jail, wasn't I underage? Whatever.
I sighed.
"Camp Green Lake, sir."
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