I walked quickly through the streets, my arms wrapped around my body. Tears were falling down my face and I didn't even have it in me to wipe them off. I couldn't think of where to go and I knew that I only had about ten dollars in my purse. Sighing, I walked into the first 24 hour diner I could find and found a booth just for myself. I ordered a milkshake and fries then stared out the window, wondering what on earth I was going to do next.

I spent the majority of the night at that diner and, after explaining my situation to the waitress, I kept getting free refills on my milkshake and fries. I wasn't complaining and it had given me the time I needed to reanalyze the situation. I know my mother probably didn't mean the things that she had said but it didn't make me feel any better. I had to go home eventually and come face to face with her but I couldn't do it tonight or maybe even in the morning.

Paying the bill and leaving the entire ten dollars on the table as a tip, I walked out of the diner once the sun was high enough in the sky again. Instead of trying to walk home, I decided to go to the library and maybe read a book or study for school. Once I had found myself a nice secluded corner, I gathered a few books and got comfortable in one of the many plush arm chairs. Unfortunately, I fell asleep halfway through the third book and slept the entire day away.

AT THE PROTEST MARCH

Tracy was directly at the front, holding a sign and making sure everyone could see her. She had decided to finally take her sister's advice and do something with her life. Tracy was finally standing up for a cause that was worth something. She might never dance on television again but if it got integration really moving, then it was definitely worth it.

Suddenly, her mother came to her side and told her that they probably didn't need her anymore. Mrs. Turnblad's head seemed to be on a swivel, as though looking for someone. Maybelle greeted her and they exchanged pleasantries quickly.

"Tracy come on hon, I really don't think they need us. She has quite a lovely turn out. Get your sister and we're going home." Tracy looked up at her mother, confused, before telling her that she hadn't seen Lisa since she left last night. Mother and daughter both looked suddenly horrified as they realized that neither had seen the older Turnblad daughter in almost 24 hours. Their worrying was suddenly interrupted by a police barricade and everything suddenly turned to chaos. Within moments a police officer had been hit with a sign, Mrs. Turnblad had pushed Tracy away while keeping the police away, and Tracy had fled the scene which officially made her a fugitive.

AT THE LIBRARY

I groaned as I felt someone tapping my shoulder, asking me to wake up. Lifting my head, I rolled my neck to get the stiffness out before looking up at the police officer standing in front of me. I could see three others behind him and they all looked far too serious for my taste.

"Yes sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Lisa Turnblad, we need you to come with us. Quietly, if you please."

Nodding slowly in shock, I stood up and closed the book I had been reading. I brushed out the wrinkles in my dress before walking with the police officer. Some girls from school were standing at the end of an aisle, staring at me with fear in their eyes. To pretend that everything was alright, I took the officer's arm and smiled at them while waving. This made the girls look a little relieved and they waved back before scurrying back to their seats. Once we were outside the library, I dropped the cops arm while thanking him. He only nodded before opening the door to the cruiser for me.

I climbed in and two cops climbed in on either side of me. The other two sat in the front seat and we began heading to our destination. Nobody was answering my questions and I started to get extremely nervous, fidgeting with my dress and tapping my feet anxiously. A short while later, we arrived at the police station and the officers allowed me to walk in ahead of them by myself. They led me to the back of the station, right past where people were being held in cells and I noticed a painfully familiar face.

"Ma!" When she heard my voice, she immediately turned and ran toward the bars. We met there and hugged the best we could.

"Ma, what's going on? Why are you here? Where's Tracy?" She began talking quickly and I could tell how stressed she was. She told me about the party, the decision to march, her finding dad with Mrs. Von Tussle, how that was her trying to tear the family apart, how she was so sorry she snapped at me. Then as she began telling me what happened with the protest and Tracy, the police tried to tug me away. I resisted and held on tight to the bars, telling my mother how much I loved her until an officer grabbed me around the waist and pulled me roughly.

Having no choice, the officer carried me down the hall while I struggled all the way. They took me into an interrogation room and cuffed one of my hands to the table to keep me from trying to get away again. Then, the questioning began and I had never been more terrified in my entire life. They wanted to know where Tracy was, if I had anything to do with the protests, where I had spent the day, etc. I told them exactly where I was but they didn't believe me and kept going on and on. Finally, I got tired of being asked the same questions and began getting really snippy and giving smart-alecky answers.

One of the officers questioning me seemed to be getting more and more agitated with my remarks so, like an idiot, I focused in on him. Taunting and being as unhelpful as possible, I could physically see him getting angrier and angrier until he suddenly lost his composure. He reached across the table and slapped me hard enough to knock the chair over while screaming that he wanted real answers. He was pushed out of the room by the other officer and within minutes, I had been released from the cuffs. An officer that I hadn't seen before entered the room and offered me an ice pack which I gratefully took before telling me that someone was here to pick me up and I was free to go.

I thanked him and walked down the hall quickly, happy to leave and scared that this might have been some type of trick. Then I turned the final corner and standing there by the main desk ready to take me home, was none other than Corny Collins.