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Tuesday March 13th

My name is Dorinda Thomas, I am a foster child living in a small apartment with my black foster parents and 10 others kids most of them black. My friends Galleria, Chanel, and Aqua, are different races, Galleria is a biracial, she is mixed in with a white father who seems like his family is from Italy, and black mother who is probably easy to guess still an American but family is from Africa, actually I just taking guesses on this I really don't know! Chanel is Hispanic she is mixed in with every type Mexican girl there is! Aqua is from Texas and who knows what that girl has in her all I know she is really cool and nice. Now me Dorinda, or Do Re Mi, as my friends some times call me, I'm white, I just don't know what my family region all I know my real mom didn't want me that's why I'm a foster child. My friends don't care though, were all friends and were all different and were all Cheetahs! The Cheetah Girls is the name of our all girl group, we sing and dance.

Well enough about that I am here to tell you how I got to Camp Green Lake, the juvenile correctional facility... for boys. It started out as a normal school Galleria's boyfriend picking on us, first 2 classes, then at lunch a couple of guys that I never met came up to us and said "Well, looky here we have sluty Hispanic, a biracial lesiban, a Texan hooker, and a shrimpy white bitch, I lost it. I jumped on the guy, his cronies stepped back as I started pounding his face in, there was blood every where, but I didn't care I just wanted to teach the freaking idiot a lesson, nobody insult me or my friends. The principal came running in

"DORINDA GET OFF OF HIM YOU KILLED HIM" I stopped, I killed him.

"Oh my god Do you killed him" Chanel whispered in a very quiet voice.

I got of him breathing heavily I couldn't believe it; I killed somebody just because he insulted my friends. I'm usually a very calm person something just burst inside of me. I looked down at my self I was covered in his blood; I looked over to the side there was Chanel, Aqua, and Galleria looking at me scared.

I was scared my self. The police came and interviewed everyone, and everyone told the same story, "he insulted her and her friends, she got mad and jumped we know she didn't mean to kill, cause she is usually calm, but she kept hitting until there was blood and she kept hitting". The Police Officer looked at me and said "Despite the circumstances you still killed him". I nodded" I know sir".

"Your trial will be held tomorrow at 9:00 A.M". I nodded.

Wednesday March 14th

I walked in the court room wearing a nice skirt with knee highs and mary-janes, a pink blouse, and a black blazer.

Chanel, Galleria, and Aqua all came up and hugged me and whispered "good luck Do"

The judged looked down at me and said" I don't know how such a wonderful girl could do such a thing" I looked down at my feet.

The judge began calling up witnesses, finally an hour of torture of wondering what was going to happen the judge asked me to stand up, and I stood, "Dorinda Marie Thomas how do you plead?" "Guilty". "Alright now I usually don't do this, but in your case I will, you have a choice Jail or Camp Green Lake, if you pick jail you will spend 2 full years there, but if pick Camp Green Lake, you will only have to spend 18 moths there, so Dorinda what to you chose?" " Camp Green Lake" I say "Alright you will leave tomorrow at 7:00 A.M."

He dismiss the court everyone filed out my friends met me outside.

"Oh Do, where gonna miss you" said Aqua

"Yeah girl we are I still think it's stupid they found you guilty you were just standing up for us and you didn't mean to kill him" said Galleria

"Don't worry Do I sure that camp is the bomb" said Chanel

"Thanks, guys I appreciate it" I said smiling

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