Amber woke up in a cold sweat. Her hair was wet and her sheets were also damp. “Ugh…” she groaned “get out of my head.” She smacked herself against her forehead a few times.
A few hours later…
“Uno!!” exclaimed one of the inmates.
“Ugh, I always lose at this game” Amber complained.
“You got the whole deck in yer hands”
By now Amber made a couple friends at the juvenile hall. Roxy. Was the girl Amber was playing uno with. She was from Alabama. Her mother and father had gotten a divorce about a year ago. Her father was laid off his job. To ease the pain of not being able to support his family he drank whole bottles of Smirnoff and Jack Daniels. Then when beer and liquor didn’t muffle his pain he abused his wife. Physically and verbally.
“It’s your fault I lost my job!!” he would say smacking her across the face. “Always complaining about coming home late. I bet you wish I was at work late now”
“What does your tattoo mean?” asked the girl.
“It’s Chinese for Amber” said Amber
“Hm” she said in approval “Pretty colors”
The first symbol was pink and the second was green. They were on her left wrist.
“Roxy you have any tattoos or piercings?” Amber asked in curiosity.
“Had my naval pierced when I first got here. They made me take it out though” Roxy said in despair.
“These people here are so paranoid. How much damage can you really do to someone with a belly ring” Amber said frustrated.
“I know, right? But you could get into a fight up here and they could rip it out of your stomach” Roxy commented.
Amber winced in pretend pain, “Yeah never mind about that” she said laughing.
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18 August 2010
11 August 2010
iPod (nano) 3:Juvie pt.1
Her cell was musty and cold as she laid on her hard bed. She felt cold shivers going down her back. The white almost sheer sheet that was given to her was useless because of its thin material. But she kept it on because it was colder on the outside world. The girl next door to her cell was cursing at the guards and kicking the steel door. The guard banged on her door with his flashlight and told her to shut up. The small light that came through the rectangular slot of her steel door gave her a chance to read the white brick walls. “I hate this place, Life Sucks!” the walls read. Then suddenly it was pitch black and the guard said “Lights out!” The rectangular slot on her door was shut.
“Bang, bang, bang!” This sudden noise scared Amber out of her hard bed in a panic.
“Rise and shine ladies!” said the obnoxious guard.
Amber’s steel door opened and she walked out into the bright lights. She stopped and covered her eyes with her hands because the lights were so bright.
Then she felt a sudden push along with someone saying, “Go!”
There was an emo girl behind her. Amber forced her eyes to stay open and followed the girl in front of her. They were all led to a huge shower room. Each of the girls were given a squirt of soap to wash up with.
“I hate this” Amber thought to herself, “Why can’t they have individual showers? What could we possibly do in the shower?”
A lot. She had no idea.
Every morning was the same routine. Wake up, take a three and a half minute shower, and eat cold grits. Amber hated grits.
“What in the world is a ‘Grit’,” she thought to herself. Then suddenly the showers shut off and everybody moaned.
“How the @#$% am I supposed to get this soap outa my hair!?” said one of the girls.
Amber still had soap on her face, hands and hair. But she didn’t complain. By now this was the third or forth time this had happened to her. She very casually walked into the locker room and wiped the soap off. Then she put on her inmate uniform. Careful not to fall, she slipped one foot through each leg of the grey jump suit. Before pulling it up, she put on the white t shirt that was given to her. Then she slipped each arm through her sleeve and zipped the grey jumpsuit about half way up. She put on the shoes that were given to her for the day. They were a size 9.
“These are too big,” she told the lady, “I’m a 6.”
“Too bad, deal with it,” the lady answered back.
Not feeling like arguing with the lady she walked away tripping over her too big shoes. When she reached the sink she filled her hand with supposed ‘warm’ water and splashed it on her face. Then she took more ‘warm’ water and rinsed her hair of the soap. She shivered as it went down her neck and back. Then she took a towel and dried her hair the best she could.
“Okay ladies!” said one of the group counselors, “time for breakfast.”
“Yay” said the emo girl sarcastically, “time to eat cold grits.”
There were 15 group leaders in the entire juvenile center. Each group had approximately 18 to 21 girls. Amber was in group 12. The counselors name was Greg. Obviously he couldn’t come in the locker room because he was a man. So counselor number 9, Karen had to supervise them.
“Bang, bang, bang!” This sudden noise scared Amber out of her hard bed in a panic.
“Rise and shine ladies!” said the obnoxious guard.
Amber’s steel door opened and she walked out into the bright lights. She stopped and covered her eyes with her hands because the lights were so bright.
Then she felt a sudden push along with someone saying, “Go!”
There was an emo girl behind her. Amber forced her eyes to stay open and followed the girl in front of her. They were all led to a huge shower room. Each of the girls were given a squirt of soap to wash up with.
“I hate this” Amber thought to herself, “Why can’t they have individual showers? What could we possibly do in the shower?”
A lot. She had no idea.
Every morning was the same routine. Wake up, take a three and a half minute shower, and eat cold grits. Amber hated grits.
“What in the world is a ‘Grit’,” she thought to herself. Then suddenly the showers shut off and everybody moaned.
“How the @#$% am I supposed to get this soap outa my hair!?” said one of the girls.
Amber still had soap on her face, hands and hair. But she didn’t complain. By now this was the third or forth time this had happened to her. She very casually walked into the locker room and wiped the soap off. Then she put on her inmate uniform. Careful not to fall, she slipped one foot through each leg of the grey jump suit. Before pulling it up, she put on the white t shirt that was given to her. Then she slipped each arm through her sleeve and zipped the grey jumpsuit about half way up. She put on the shoes that were given to her for the day. They were a size 9.
“These are too big,” she told the lady, “I’m a 6.”
“Too bad, deal with it,” the lady answered back.
Not feeling like arguing with the lady she walked away tripping over her too big shoes. When she reached the sink she filled her hand with supposed ‘warm’ water and splashed it on her face. Then she took more ‘warm’ water and rinsed her hair of the soap. She shivered as it went down her neck and back. Then she took a towel and dried her hair the best she could.
“Okay ladies!” said one of the group counselors, “time for breakfast.”
“Yay” said the emo girl sarcastically, “time to eat cold grits.”
There were 15 group leaders in the entire juvenile center. Each group had approximately 18 to 21 girls. Amber was in group 12. The counselors name was Greg. Obviously he couldn’t come in the locker room because he was a man. So counselor number 9, Karen had to supervise them.
04 August 2010
iPod (nano) 2: It's Over
“Oh my God” Thought the four terrified teenagers as they sped off from the scene.
“What did we…you do?” said one of the girls.
“We hit somebody” the driver said.
“Stop!!!!” said another “we have to go back”
“no what if we get caught? Then we’ll all be in juvie!” The driver said.
“Oh my God…I can’t afford to go to juvie. My parents will kill me! One of the girls said.
“We have to go back; we can’t just leave that poor boy out on the streets” said one of the teens “think about his family and friends” they said again. “They won’t even know what happened to him.”
“o.k. I’m turning around” said the driver
“You killed him!” said the girl.
“I killed him?!” the driver said “you’re the one who distracted me while I was driving” he said.
“How?!” said the girl.
“Undressing yourself in the backseat!” he said back.
“That’s not important!!” said another. “Somebody else’s life was just tooken a few minutes ago because of ya’lls stupidness” he spoke angrily.
“Now what are we supposed to do?” said one of the girls.
“I’m callin’ the police” said the other girl.
“No!” the driver said.
“What do you mean no?” the girl replied. “This boy is dead” she said. “Gone, he’s not coming back. Think about his mother. Her son is dead and she doesn’t even know it…I’m calling the police.”
As she turned on the news she wondered why there was so many police and the ambulance were down the street from her house.
“This is live channel 2 news where 4 teenagers turned themselves in for hitting a young African American male, going 80mph. I’m Michelle Kwon, channel 2 news.”
“My Lord” she thought out loud. “So many young people are dieing these days”
“HI I’m Michelle kwon reporting live on Cobblestone L.A and Hidden Valley drive where a young man was killed in a car accident. The driver of the car apparently didn’t see the 5’10 male crossing the street. He said he was ‘distracted.’”
“Oh my God. African American male, 5’10, and Cobblestone and Hidden valley!” she said frantically. “That sounds like my son!”
At that moment she ran out the house and down the street to cobblestone and hidden Valley. As she came to the crowd she began pushing through them. When she got through the crowd and police restrictions the police tried to stop her. She hollered out “That’s my son…Oh my God that’s my son!!!”
She ran over to the boy and dropped down to her knees crying hysterically.
“Lord why? Why did you take my son? He was only 16. My baby….my baby is dead….my baby is dead…my baby….”
“Look what we did” said one of the boys.
“I know I feel terrible” said one of the girls.
“We all do” said the other boy.
As the mother of the boy looked up at the police car carrying the teens, one of the boys said with his eyes watering, “I’m sorry”
“What did we…you do?” said one of the girls.
“We hit somebody” the driver said.
“Stop!!!!” said another “we have to go back”
“no what if we get caught? Then we’ll all be in juvie!” The driver said.
“Oh my God…I can’t afford to go to juvie. My parents will kill me! One of the girls said.
“We have to go back; we can’t just leave that poor boy out on the streets” said one of the teens “think about his family and friends” they said again. “They won’t even know what happened to him.”
“o.k. I’m turning around” said the driver
“You killed him!” said the girl.
“I killed him?!” the driver said “you’re the one who distracted me while I was driving” he said.
“How?!” said the girl.
“Undressing yourself in the backseat!” he said back.
“That’s not important!!” said another. “Somebody else’s life was just tooken a few minutes ago because of ya’lls stupidness” he spoke angrily.
“Now what are we supposed to do?” said one of the girls.
“I’m callin’ the police” said the other girl.
“No!” the driver said.
“What do you mean no?” the girl replied. “This boy is dead” she said. “Gone, he’s not coming back. Think about his mother. Her son is dead and she doesn’t even know it…I’m calling the police.”
As she turned on the news she wondered why there was so many police and the ambulance were down the street from her house.
“This is live channel 2 news where 4 teenagers turned themselves in for hitting a young African American male, going 80mph. I’m Michelle Kwon, channel 2 news.”
“My Lord” she thought out loud. “So many young people are dieing these days”
“HI I’m Michelle kwon reporting live on Cobblestone L.A and Hidden Valley drive where a young man was killed in a car accident. The driver of the car apparently didn’t see the 5’10 male crossing the street. He said he was ‘distracted.’”
“Oh my God. African American male, 5’10, and Cobblestone and Hidden valley!” she said frantically. “That sounds like my son!”
At that moment she ran out the house and down the street to cobblestone and hidden Valley. As she came to the crowd she began pushing through them. When she got through the crowd and police restrictions the police tried to stop her. She hollered out “That’s my son…Oh my God that’s my son!!!”
She ran over to the boy and dropped down to her knees crying hysterically.
“Lord why? Why did you take my son? He was only 16. My baby….my baby is dead….my baby is dead…my baby….”
“Look what we did” said one of the boys.
“I know I feel terrible” said one of the girls.
“We all do” said the other boy.
As the mother of the boy looked up at the police car carrying the teens, one of the boys said with his eyes watering, “I’m sorry”
-LaVonia
28 July 2010
iPod (nano)
As he walked out the house his mother told him to be careful and pay attention to his surroundings. He didn’t hear her because he was too busy putting on his baby blue earphones.
As he walked down the concrete sidewalk, he listened to Lupe Fiasco’s kick-Push. He bobbed his head to the beat and mimicked the rythmatic lyrics. He didn’t notice when the old lady who lived on 11224 Cobblestone Lane asked him to get the mail for her. He walked right passed her, nor did he notice the Great Dane that was behind the fence barking.
He couldn’t hear or see the things around him. All he heard and saw was the picture that his music created. Kick out the haters and keep it pushin’. As his music changed, so did his mood. Now he listened to J. Holiday’s Put You to Bed. As the lyrics flowed through his ears he quickened his pace to get to his girls house.
Crossing the street he didn’t see the black Grand Pre quickly approaching him. Walking with the tempo of the song; he watched the red ford on another street drive passed him. When he turned it was too late. The Black Grand Pre going 80MPH smashed into him and cracked his spine. He flipped completely across the car hitting his head on the concrete ground, killing him. The Grand Pre sped off.
LaVonia Bembry
As he walked down the concrete sidewalk, he listened to Lupe Fiasco’s kick-Push. He bobbed his head to the beat and mimicked the rythmatic lyrics. He didn’t notice when the old lady who lived on 11224 Cobblestone Lane asked him to get the mail for her. He walked right passed her, nor did he notice the Great Dane that was behind the fence barking.
He couldn’t hear or see the things around him. All he heard and saw was the picture that his music created. Kick out the haters and keep it pushin’. As his music changed, so did his mood. Now he listened to J. Holiday’s Put You to Bed. As the lyrics flowed through his ears he quickened his pace to get to his girls house.
Crossing the street he didn’t see the black Grand Pre quickly approaching him. Walking with the tempo of the song; he watched the red ford on another street drive passed him. When he turned it was too late. The Black Grand Pre going 80MPH smashed into him and cracked his spine. He flipped completely across the car hitting his head on the concrete ground, killing him. The Grand Pre sped off.
LaVonia Bembry
My iPod (nano) Series
I like to write but I guess that's obvious. Back in the 8th grade, I started a series called iPod. The first two, iPod 1 & 2, are short stories. The one I'm working on now, iPod 3, is longer and isn't finished yet. At 12:00 o'clock today, I'll post iPod 1. So be on the lookout and check back often for the other installments.
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