Jack walked the long hallway, the cop leading him by his cuffs. He entered the small room where his attorney, a guard, and his concerned parents were sitting. His mother took one look at him and burst into his tears, his father gave him a look that might have killed him, if he hadn't dealt with it before.
The Attorney began saying, "Mr. and Mrs.Henderson", then he paused," I'm sorry." He continued by explaining that Jack would most likely be sentenced to 2-3 years in the juvenile corrections facility. "Due to the fact that this Jack's the third offense, I don't think the jury will be too forgiving this time." Jack just stared at the ceiling like he always did when he had done something that he knew was wrong, exerting all the effort he could not to meet his father's eyes.
Jack's parents left, and he was escorted back to back to his temporary cell, which he noticed was much nicer than the regular cells. He lay down on his bed, just waiting for his court date. He died a little inside, every time he looked through the window and saw a 12 foot fence surrounding him. A sunny day always looked sunnier from the inside of a cell, gazing out at the field with absolutely nothing but open space. Jack wondered whether the free space was there to taunt the prisoners, but the truth was he did not really care, he was just trying to cope with his current situation. Jack had been in this situation before, but had never been worried. He had gotten off with two accounts of misdemeanor in the past, but he knew he would not this time. He thought to himself, "man you really screwed up big this time. Why do you always do these kinds of things?"
A week Jack later got up and showered, dressed, and went to court. Jack wore a suit that was two sizes too big for him. The Judge walked in addressing the jury and sat down. He hammered his gavel, "Bang Bang", This court is now in session", he said. Jack held a key in his hand, which had brought him both bad and good luck at times. The judge recited the synopsis of the offense. Then Jack was called up to the stand. A light in the court room that was on felt like a spotlight on Jack. The prosecutor asked Jack several questions that made him feel like he was on the show, Law and Order. With each question Jack shrunk into his chair like an embarrassed teenager His hands shook so much that he had to hold on to the cold, smooth arms of thee leather chair he sat on.
The prosecuter finished, and Jack returned to his seat, slumping and fearing the worst. His mom grabbed his hand and squeezed, as though trying to hug him with her hand. She was a mechanical vice, squeezing harder with each word the judge said. A jury member stood up and began to speak, " we find the defendant, GUILTY." The judge sentenced him to 30 months in juvenile prison. Emptiness. Jack hugged his father, and then his mother. His mother whispered she loved him and that she was so sorry that he was getting locked up. "Is this for the best?", Jack thought, " I cause so much trouble everywhere I go, maybe this is for the better."
Jack went back to that same old dark and dreary cage that he may as well call his home. He just lay in his bed, looking out the window. He reflected on his life, all the wrong turns he had taken, and all the crimes he had committed. He was bound to get caught at some point. He could not face the fact that he still had 29 months and 30 days left of this mind-numbingly monotonous facility. So he just waited for the time to pass, him to get older, and a horrible part of his life to pass.
