My real question now of course, is when will I get out? Being a sophomore in high school, I can’t possibly afford to be in prison while my friends are out enjoying their Saturday night, and my parents are doing everything possible to get me out of here. Being in this small cell all by myself is basically going to ruin me.
So let’s just pretend for a minute I get out as soon as the police get the whole case situated. Sounds great from an outsider’s perspective, but getting out is the worst of my troubles because it’s really not as bad in here as they say. I’m in my own cell all alone with a bed and just my thoughts, and for all I know it could be an eye opening experience. Earlier today, one of the guards opened my cold cell door and took me to the dining hall, where I was able to eat a foul tasting lunch and go outside for some fresh air. Rest aside, it was a normal lunch and afternoon, except for one thing...I was in jail.
Although actually being in jail is not that bad, I am going to ripped to pieces after getting out of here. Things will not be normal around the house since everyone will quietly be thinking about me and if I recovered, but they will not have the courage to ask me directly. My own family will not be able to act normally when I am around.
As if having awkward family time wasn't enough, I can pretty much forget about my social life. My friends won’t talk to me and virtually everyone in the school will be afraid of me because of some little misunderstanding. Going even a step further, a good college is out of the equation. This Saturday night in jail will guarantee I don’t get into a good school. While it’s not all that bad here in jail, it will be much worse when I get out. Since I’m in here to begin with, why should I really bother leaving?