Post by JediKaren on Jul 10, 2007 22:20:44 GMT -5
This is a story I did in 11th grade, or about 3 years ago. It's not quite as good as some of my other stories, but it take a different approach to a subject. I hope you all like it. It needs a bit of work, seeing how I was only starting to really learn how to write. Please feel free to comment.
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“This isn’t fair! I didn’t do it despite my character. Look I don’t know who did it, but it wasn’t me. No I don’t have any proof. No, I rather not say where I was when it happened,” I said.
I was sitting in front of ten people. Two cops, my principle, a few witness, my aunts, and some guy that looked tough. They were all looking at me making me even angrier. I had better things to do than to sit here in this stupid room and convince a bunch of morons I hadn’t done it.
My so called crime was being who I am. I am tomboy, a Goth, maybe even punk, fifteen year old kid. I never had harmed anyone, but I was quite known to be a bit violent as my councilors put it. Ha! Yeah right! I was down right destructive. I liked having the strength to break things. There was a certain pleasure to be gotten to watch objects fall apart.
I wasn’t always like that. There was once upon a time that I was a sweet girly girl that wore pink. That girl could only exist when life was together, stable and sane. It was a time when people that I loved where there. That girl could exist because she could survive and be innocent.
I was eleven when my life fell apart. My mother went blind in an accident and slowly went insane. My father went off to hike all two thousands miles of the Appalachian Trail and has yet to come back. He still has the heart to send money for us to barely eat. My dear, loving brother went to college and discovered life out there was much better than at home. I soon lost contact with him which had caused many nights crying into my pillow. My aunts take me on shopping trips once a month to keep me from following my mother’s path.
My friends watched my life fall apart and transform into who I am today. They were so hurt and confused they did not know what to do, but have their parents refer me to councilors. I went from one councilor to the next. Every single one of them advised me to go to group therapy. I never did go and I’m so glad I didn’t. As far as I was concerned they were the lowest scum on the planet.
That little girl still exists is me, but on one will ever see her until I am certain she could survive. What people do see is a girl dressed in all black, physically strong and a look in her eyes that says you’ll regret messing with me, because there won’t be anything left of you when I’m done.
I like to watch wood splinter and metal bend in my hands. It makes me feel strong and in control. It blocks out that voice inside of me that whispers my fears. My fear is someday I will lose everyone and everything and I will be alone in this big, dark, unfair world.
Right now I wasn’t alone for sure, but I was certain I could survive without these people sitting in front of me. I may be a danger to many places, but school isn’t one of them. I actually respect school. I respect the teachers who try to teach us something worth while. I don’t let anyone know this except in my work that I turn in and in my report card.
“Miss Splintly, we have acceptable cause to believe that you are the offender to the school. On April first, 1999 you were caught on video camera at 2:00 pm running through the hallways of RivenWay High School draping toilet paper on the floor, lockers-,” the principle started to say but I interrupted him.
I stood up with my face flushed and my hands in fists.
“Madams and Sirs, I would like to see this ‘proof,” I said with my anger creeping into my voice.
There was a minute of mumbling. I looked at everyone with that voice of fear whispering again. I was going to lose this case because my looks were against me the voice kept reminding me. The whispering had stopped and the tough looking guy went to the television and put the tape in.
When I first looked at the girl on the screen I could have sworn it was me. I looked closer at the screen. No, that wasn’t me, but the girl was awfully close to looking like me. The screen showed her running around the silent empty hallways with a roll of toilet paper unrolling behind her. She had a wild, crazy look in her eyes.
“As you can clearly see you wer-,” said the principle.
“No! No! That isn’t me!-,” I half screamed
“Please Miss Splintly! We ask that you keep your voice down,”
I’ll keep my voice down after this table is in half. This was so ridiculous. The evidence showed that girl only looks like me. If these stupid ego loving people would open their eyes they would see that I’m not the guilty. I looked around desperately and my eyes landed on the television. There had to be some way I could prove myself not guilty one. For once in my life I was innocent. Innocent, that sweet word that I could never be associated with. How could they take something so precious, so righteously mine?
As I looked into the eyes of each person, I saw compassion for a girl so pitifully dark and yet determined to do the right thing. My aunts looked like they didn’t want to be here and thought the whole thing was silly. I looked down at my shoes.
“Miss Splintly, do you have anything to say?” said the principle.
My boots were black, rounded at the toe and….YES that was it. I stood up in a hurry.
“Yes I do. Look at her boots and look at mine. Hers are thicker in the souls. The toe is squarish while mine are round. She has different colored laces. I always have black laces. If you bring that girl in you’ll see that it was her and not me.”
There was more whispering.
“Please wait outside while we will call the other girl in to be questioned.” said the principle.
I half raced out of the room and left the door partly open. I was slightly surprised to find the girl standing near the door. I gave her a vicious smile and gestured for her to enter. She went in a bit pale and that made me all the happier.
The wait went on forever and a day. I was torn between nervousness and confidence. I would sit down when confident and pace the small space of the room when my nerves failed me. I kept telling myself that I would win. No wait, I had to win. I had to be innocent. I sprang out of my seat when the girl finally came out. There were tears in her eyes, but she gave no clues to my fate. I went into the room unconsciously holding my breath.
“Miss Splintly, we have unjust charged you with a crime you did not commit,” said the principle.
I blinked in confusion.
“Err does that mean….?”
“You’re free of all charges. You’re innocent,” she said with a smile.
Fireworks could not come even close to the blinding happiness that exploded in me. I was free, innocent, and not guilty! The room seemed to be filled with a sudden source of light. I privately vowed to destroy another object. I hardly heard the lady say that I could go now. My heavy black boots seem to float me across the room. I felt like there was a glowing, blinking sign over my head saying I was innocent. Jamy Splintly was innocent.
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“This isn’t fair! I didn’t do it despite my character. Look I don’t know who did it, but it wasn’t me. No I don’t have any proof. No, I rather not say where I was when it happened,” I said.
I was sitting in front of ten people. Two cops, my principle, a few witness, my aunts, and some guy that looked tough. They were all looking at me making me even angrier. I had better things to do than to sit here in this stupid room and convince a bunch of morons I hadn’t done it.
My so called crime was being who I am. I am tomboy, a Goth, maybe even punk, fifteen year old kid. I never had harmed anyone, but I was quite known to be a bit violent as my councilors put it. Ha! Yeah right! I was down right destructive. I liked having the strength to break things. There was a certain pleasure to be gotten to watch objects fall apart.
I wasn’t always like that. There was once upon a time that I was a sweet girly girl that wore pink. That girl could only exist when life was together, stable and sane. It was a time when people that I loved where there. That girl could exist because she could survive and be innocent.
I was eleven when my life fell apart. My mother went blind in an accident and slowly went insane. My father went off to hike all two thousands miles of the Appalachian Trail and has yet to come back. He still has the heart to send money for us to barely eat. My dear, loving brother went to college and discovered life out there was much better than at home. I soon lost contact with him which had caused many nights crying into my pillow. My aunts take me on shopping trips once a month to keep me from following my mother’s path.
My friends watched my life fall apart and transform into who I am today. They were so hurt and confused they did not know what to do, but have their parents refer me to councilors. I went from one councilor to the next. Every single one of them advised me to go to group therapy. I never did go and I’m so glad I didn’t. As far as I was concerned they were the lowest scum on the planet.
That little girl still exists is me, but on one will ever see her until I am certain she could survive. What people do see is a girl dressed in all black, physically strong and a look in her eyes that says you’ll regret messing with me, because there won’t be anything left of you when I’m done.
I like to watch wood splinter and metal bend in my hands. It makes me feel strong and in control. It blocks out that voice inside of me that whispers my fears. My fear is someday I will lose everyone and everything and I will be alone in this big, dark, unfair world.
Right now I wasn’t alone for sure, but I was certain I could survive without these people sitting in front of me. I may be a danger to many places, but school isn’t one of them. I actually respect school. I respect the teachers who try to teach us something worth while. I don’t let anyone know this except in my work that I turn in and in my report card.
“Miss Splintly, we have acceptable cause to believe that you are the offender to the school. On April first, 1999 you were caught on video camera at 2:00 pm running through the hallways of RivenWay High School draping toilet paper on the floor, lockers-,” the principle started to say but I interrupted him.
I stood up with my face flushed and my hands in fists.
“Madams and Sirs, I would like to see this ‘proof,” I said with my anger creeping into my voice.
There was a minute of mumbling. I looked at everyone with that voice of fear whispering again. I was going to lose this case because my looks were against me the voice kept reminding me. The whispering had stopped and the tough looking guy went to the television and put the tape in.
When I first looked at the girl on the screen I could have sworn it was me. I looked closer at the screen. No, that wasn’t me, but the girl was awfully close to looking like me. The screen showed her running around the silent empty hallways with a roll of toilet paper unrolling behind her. She had a wild, crazy look in her eyes.
“As you can clearly see you wer-,” said the principle.
“No! No! That isn’t me!-,” I half screamed
“Please Miss Splintly! We ask that you keep your voice down,”
I’ll keep my voice down after this table is in half. This was so ridiculous. The evidence showed that girl only looks like me. If these stupid ego loving people would open their eyes they would see that I’m not the guilty. I looked around desperately and my eyes landed on the television. There had to be some way I could prove myself not guilty one. For once in my life I was innocent. Innocent, that sweet word that I could never be associated with. How could they take something so precious, so righteously mine?
As I looked into the eyes of each person, I saw compassion for a girl so pitifully dark and yet determined to do the right thing. My aunts looked like they didn’t want to be here and thought the whole thing was silly. I looked down at my shoes.
“Miss Splintly, do you have anything to say?” said the principle.
My boots were black, rounded at the toe and….YES that was it. I stood up in a hurry.
“Yes I do. Look at her boots and look at mine. Hers are thicker in the souls. The toe is squarish while mine are round. She has different colored laces. I always have black laces. If you bring that girl in you’ll see that it was her and not me.”
There was more whispering.
“Please wait outside while we will call the other girl in to be questioned.” said the principle.
I half raced out of the room and left the door partly open. I was slightly surprised to find the girl standing near the door. I gave her a vicious smile and gestured for her to enter. She went in a bit pale and that made me all the happier.
The wait went on forever and a day. I was torn between nervousness and confidence. I would sit down when confident and pace the small space of the room when my nerves failed me. I kept telling myself that I would win. No wait, I had to win. I had to be innocent. I sprang out of my seat when the girl finally came out. There were tears in her eyes, but she gave no clues to my fate. I went into the room unconsciously holding my breath.
“Miss Splintly, we have unjust charged you with a crime you did not commit,” said the principle.
I blinked in confusion.
“Err does that mean….?”
“You’re free of all charges. You’re innocent,” she said with a smile.
Fireworks could not come even close to the blinding happiness that exploded in me. I was free, innocent, and not guilty! The room seemed to be filled with a sudden source of light. I privately vowed to destroy another object. I hardly heard the lady say that I could go now. My heavy black boots seem to float me across the room. I felt like there was a glowing, blinking sign over my head saying I was innocent. Jamy Splintly was innocent.
