D.W.B.
“I’m lock’d up! They won’t let me out!” Akon said it best in his song, but picture this: It’s Saturday night, the night of the biggest party of the summer and all of your friends will be there. You are dressed “fresh to death” in your Sean John outfit and your parents let YOU DRIVE YOURSELF! Suddenly, you look in your rear view mirror and you see red and blue flashing lights; and you realize that you are in trouble!
“License and registration please,” said the dark skinned police officer, and I reached into the glove compartment and gave him the insurance card. “I need your driver’s license please sir!” The officer demanded. “ I don’t have it on me.” I said with a small, trembling voice. “Step out of the car. Step out of the Car NOW!” …show more content…
That’s exactly how I felt. Like it was the longest ride in the world, only instead of anxiously anticipating our arrival and saying “Are we there yet?” I sat silently in the back seat; cramped up like a caged animal. I began to doze off a bit, hoping that when I woke up, this bad dream would be over. Upon our arrival to the police station, a cool breeze hit my face and I inhaled fresh air for the first time in hours. “Run away! I dare you!” said the officer petulantly. As we walked inside the station, there was a short, balding white man with thick glasses who greeted us. “What have we here?” He asked with a devilish grin on his face. “This boy doesn’t have a name.” replied the police officer. “I’ve told you my name a hundred times already!” I said in frustration. “We’ve got us a smart ass here! Well he ain’t too smart because he don’t even know his name!” replied the short officer. Then I felt a sharp backhand to my mouth. “Smack!” I tasted my own salty blood in my mouth and sucked in my lip. From there I went to a holding cell where I waited to be booked and fingerprinted. “How old are you sweetie?” asked the polite female officer. “Fifteen” I replied. “It’s going to be o.k. We’ll try to get you out of here as soon as we can.” There are at least 4 levels to the prison or more, but I remember going up to the third level of the prison, where we were asked …show more content…
I was called to see a judge and to enter a plea. “How do you plead?” asked the judge. “Not guilty.” I replied. “You do realize that if you plead guilty then you’ll be released sooner, don’t you?” “Yes sir, but I didn’t do anything and I just want to go home.” I replied with tears filling in my eyes. “I don’t even think my parents know where I am.” “Wait a minute son, how old are you?” “Fifteen, sir.” I replied and the Judge shook his head as if to say “what a shame.” I went back to my corner of solitude until my name was called again; this time it was to go home. “Turner! David Turner! You made bail! Let’s Go!” said the loud, thundering voice. I quickly rose and put on my real clothes and collected my belongings. The only thing that wasn’t returned to me was my money, because it was policy not to allow inmates easy access to cash; so they gave me a check for
“I’m lock’d up! They won’t let me out!” Akon said it best in his song, but picture this: It’s Saturday night, the night of the biggest party of the summer and all of your friends will be there. You are dressed “fresh to death” in your Sean John outfit and your parents let YOU DRIVE YOURSELF! Suddenly, you look in your rear view mirror and you see red and blue flashing lights; and you realize that you are in trouble!
“License and registration please,” said the dark skinned police officer, and I reached into the glove compartment and gave him the insurance card. “I need your driver’s license please sir!” The officer demanded. “ I don’t have it on me.” I said with a small, trembling voice. “Step out of the car. Step out of the Car NOW!” …show more content…
That’s exactly how I felt. Like it was the longest ride in the world, only instead of anxiously anticipating our arrival and saying “Are we there yet?” I sat silently in the back seat; cramped up like a caged animal. I began to doze off a bit, hoping that when I woke up, this bad dream would be over. Upon our arrival to the police station, a cool breeze hit my face and I inhaled fresh air for the first time in hours. “Run away! I dare you!” said the officer petulantly. As we walked inside the station, there was a short, balding white man with thick glasses who greeted us. “What have we here?” He asked with a devilish grin on his face. “This boy doesn’t have a name.” replied the police officer. “I’ve told you my name a hundred times already!” I said in frustration. “We’ve got us a smart ass here! Well he ain’t too smart because he don’t even know his name!” replied the short officer. Then I felt a sharp backhand to my mouth. “Smack!” I tasted my own salty blood in my mouth and sucked in my lip. From there I went to a holding cell where I waited to be booked and fingerprinted. “How old are you sweetie?” asked the polite female officer. “Fifteen” I replied. “It’s going to be o.k. We’ll try to get you out of here as soon as we can.” There are at least 4 levels to the prison or more, but I remember going up to the third level of the prison, where we were asked …show more content…
I was called to see a judge and to enter a plea. “How do you plead?” asked the judge. “Not guilty.” I replied. “You do realize that if you plead guilty then you’ll be released sooner, don’t you?” “Yes sir, but I didn’t do anything and I just want to go home.” I replied with tears filling in my eyes. “I don’t even think my parents know where I am.” “Wait a minute son, how old are you?” “Fifteen, sir.” I replied and the Judge shook his head as if to say “what a shame.” I went back to my corner of solitude until my name was called again; this time it was to go home. “Turner! David Turner! You made bail! Let’s Go!” said the loud, thundering voice. I quickly rose and put on my real clothes and collected my belongings. The only thing that wasn’t returned to me was my money, because it was policy not to allow inmates easy access to cash; so they gave me a check for