If this is Life, then what's Hell?

Got 'Em

                                                                    Chapter #10

                                                                       Got 'Em

A half hour... how was I supposed to get my words and thoughts straight in a half hour? They should have mentioned that once we got in this hell hole.

"You probably should start getting ready, I was told to tell you exactly a half hour before."

"My God you guys, how are we going to get ready? What are we going to do? We're going to get sent to real jail, and rot there, and and-"

"Alex, calm down, buddy!"

"Yeah Alex, you gotta chill. We'll figure this out if we think this through. So, we'll just say that I was attacked by my parents, and was using self-defense. Then you, Nick came toy house to help with homework and saw that my dad was threatening me with a knife."

"And what about me?"

"Well, we'll say that Gracie and I went to the police office and that you were helping the janitor clean. Then, when you went to clean Captain Alvarez's office, you found us in the room. We fell asleep while waiting for the captain to get back and she never did, leaving us alone and asleep-" Nick didn't get to finish because 3 bulky security guards came through the door.

I tried my hardest not to laugh- I mean come on, they were too big to fit throught the cell opening properly, and the biggest tripped over his shoes. They had too much muscle, showing how much they wanted this job, or how much they wanted to look scary, while in the inside, they were whimps. Nick didn't show any emotion, while Alex was a cross between fear, amusment, and determination.

The short one with hair so thin you can see his scalp was working his way in the small room towards Alex. The biggest, bulkiest was calmly working his towards me, while Nick got the thinest one, which believe me, isn't very thin.

The sound of clacking shoe heels on gray, polyurethane- a factory flooring paint that is slippery and glitery- echoed in the small cell. After a few seconds of jiggling metals, the security guards opened the handcuffs and closed them shut. I whimpered, for the handcuff pinched my wrist, and peeled off part of my skin.

Suprisingly calm, the security guards gave us pushes, and out the cell we went.

I never saw the out side of the cell, too busy to really notice it. The outside wall was white, and the flooring was different. It was tiled in a neat pattern- blue, white, gray. Blue, white, gray. The security guard bared a gray and blue uniform, unlike the usual police one.

I looked down at my own clothing and gagged. My shirt was caked in mud, cut, and black in some places- showing my struggle. My pants were green at the knees, and at some places were baring black blood spots, like my shirt. My hair- oh dearest God, my hair. It was greassy, and because of the mud and lood, was basically black. I always kept my auburn hair in a clean state, and this load of bull got it in a gruesome state.

I was so preoccupied with my look I hadn't noticed that we made it to the court room, and was being told to sit down. Next thing I know, I was being shoved into the chair, my butt smaking against the wood. 

"Altagracia Maria Alverez." The judge boomed. "Your case?"

Oh, God, please help us all.