 The Arrest
Part 1-Before the Arrest The Explanation
Part 4-My Side of The Story The Outcome
Part 6-Outcome of the Case
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Part 2 - The Arrest The Day of the Cuffing
So, it's bad enough that I just got up, my hair is a mess, my eyes are barely open, and I hadn't gotten my shower yet. But now I find out the bad boys are coming for me and I dunno what I'm gonna do cuz I don't even get to eat my breakfast of champions. So, the boys in blue come a knocking on my door and my mind is just racing through all of the reasons why this is happening. I never even got detention in school!!! So my heart is pounding and I'm just confused, but the confusion quickly turns into anger. I was just plain pissed when they came into my house and put handcuffs on me for something I didn't do. I'm assuming in this day and age, if you are mad at somebody, all you have to do is say they beat you and they get arrested...I dunno. So, I walk out and get into the back of the cop car, which was uncomfortable with those cuffs on, and I'm thinking about how I'm probably gonna become Bubba's woman in the big house...okay, so I always seem to think the worst. Anyways, the ride to the police station was ok...a little bumpy maybe because the potholes in P'Burg...nevermind.
They take me into the station and start asking me if I did it...but the police have a way of trying to lead people into admitting things. It's basically guilty until proven innocent nowadays I guess. I found out that she had a big bruise on her leg and said I did it to her the night I was with Korin. I had to write a statement, get my mugshot, which I'm sure looked just lovely, make my phone call (BTW, you get more than one if you need it) and get my fingerprints. That is a real pain cuz you have to do all of your fingers like 3 times each. They asked me if I would take a lie detector test and I said I would but they never gave it to me. I just was afraid of failing it or something because they aren't 100% foolproof as my dad took one once and it was wrong. And if I did fail it, everyone would think I was lying although I wasn't. Hell, the people who do those could fix them or something and my sister's best friend's dad is pretty wealthy if you catch my drift. Oh well...the detective that was at my house showed up and says "So you were lying when I questioned you at the house." Prick. Just another example of how the authoritative figures think they know all and their sh@# don't stink. The DYPHUS (that's for protection of minors of something) lady came in then and asked me a few questions before leaving. She was a little nicer but I wasn't in a very good mood.
They took me into a holding cell, where I sat for an hour or so until my parents bailed me out. I was released but a "no contact" clause was included on my bail so I couldn't be near my sister. It's like a restraining order I guess but I didn't really want to see her anyways. So my parents took me home and I got clothes and stuff before heading over to my Gram's, where I would now live for a while.
My Opinion of Police
I don't like them. Maybe all of them aren't jerky but the ones I've come in contact with have been. They just come off like they think they are better than everyone else and they are always right. Let me explain my history with them, which will show that I have some of the crappiest luck around.
~A long time ago, like 5 or 6 years, my gram was away on vacation and I was picking up her mail every day. She lived down the street so I was going there one day and as I was walking down, some kids were fighting in one of the side streets. I guess one cracked another over the head with a bottle or something and a cop car pulled up just as I was passing. He must have seen me because as I was just about to my gram's, he comes speeding down the street and stops next to me. He gets out of the car, starts asking me if I have weapons and asks me why I was involved in the fight. WTF??? I kept telling him I was just walking by but being an officer of the law, he thought he knew it all. He kept asking me where my friends were and stuff and I couldn't get it through his head that I had nothing to do with it. Eventually, we get back to the "scene of the crime" and the kids there tell him I had nothing to do with it. Was there any apology? Nope...because he's got a badge and is therefore above apologizing. So I had to walk all the way back down to my gram's from there.
~Another time was really late at night...I'd say around 2 or 3 AM. All of a sudden, someone is knocking at the door and I check...surprise--it's the police! They start asking me about a green van behind my house so I ask, "Which green van?" They then say, "Don't act stupid" or something like that. Well, since there were two green vans behind my house, my mom's and the guy next door, I was trying to see which one he was talking about. And guess what? My neighbor pops his head out of his door and hollers for the police to go over there cuz he was the one who called. It was his van that some kids were messing with or something. Dummies! They didn't go to the right house and it's 2 AM!!! Oh, and no apology either.
~The other time was actually my fault so I can't blame the police. But the whole thing was blown WAY out of proportion. Nowadays, things are always blown out of proportion though. People are just so afraid because society is horrible with all of the murders and stuff. Anyways, I was at Ponderosa after I quit cuz I visited friends and stuff. The manager and I were good friends and we had played a practical joke on Halloween one time so I tried another one. It was stupid now that I look back on it but it was totally harmless. I had a baseball bat in my car so I stuffed it down my pant leg and was going to make a joke about the size of my "manhood" to my manager. I went over to the break area and was talking to some people and they asked what was in my pants. I told them and they asked what it was for. I have a huge sense of humor...sometimes I joke around way too much. And I'm sarcastic...so I said with a smile that I was gonna smash the buffet windows. Everybody there knew I was joking...or so I thought. I kept it in my pants though and somebody went back and told him I was threatening him or something so he told me to leave and I did. I didn't think it was a big deal but the next day, I find out that people are saying I was swinging the bat around and threatening people...WTF? People know how to change things around. So I went to settle it and talk to the manager. The cops showed up but nothing major happened except I can't go into Ponderosa anymore.
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