The Prisoner
November 23, 2010 The girl scowled and looked around the room. She didn’t know why she was here it wasn’t her fault. This was just stupid and a waste of time. Some people just think they can blame something on her and think they have power over her…pathetic people. She looked up at the man next to her – her lawyer...ha ha ha…he didn’t do anything and sure wasn’t helping her at all. He just seemed to make matters worse. She looked across the room at the prosecutor. He just glared at her and then had the nerve to wave at her. Looking behind her, she saw her family crying and staring back at her with pleading wounded eyes. Pathetic she thought. They don’t understand me and just judge me. I have to take care of myself this isn’t my fault. She couldn’t trust anybody but herself and her friends that were there for her. A small voice inside her head said, “Where are they now?” …she huffed what a stupid thought - they were waiting for her to get back to the house that is why they weren’t he...