They had my hands behind my back and rushed me down the hall of the juvenile cells. “Come on man, I didn’t do anything wrong!” I exclaimed. The officer ignored my comment and we kept walking. “Where’s my phone call! I have rights!” We reached the cell and another officer opened the door and I was pushed into the small room, then they locked the door as they left. Hours passed, but I didn’t get to see the light of day then the lights for the halls turned off. Someone whistling walked down the halls and their boots thumped loud and slow. The lights turned back on and the man stepped in front of my door and hit the metal of it, “Get up kid,” he said.
“You finally going to give my phone call, officer?” I said with a scoff.
“Do I look like a guard
“You finally going to give my phone call, officer?” I said with a scoff.
“Do I look like a guard