Liars

 

Liars

It’s not fair.  All I did was toss a pebble, and now I’m in jail.  They said I threw it at a window, but that’s not fair.  The window was just in the way.  Then they said it was a rock, not a pebble, but I don’t know why that matters.  A rock is just a big pebble.   And the cops are all liars.  They said I didn’t just hit the window, but the I broke the glass. Not my fault the window had cheap glass.   Now they say the rock went through the glass and hit someone.  People should be more careful than to just stand by a cheap window.  What kind of person stands by a window and thinks a rock won’t come through?  Idiots. I swore I wasn’t even there, I was home, but my parents lied and blew my alibi.  What kind of parents lie and ruin their kid’s alibi?  Bad parents, that’s who.  The cops say there were witnesses. More Liars.  And there were cameras, but I was wearing a hoodie over my face, and I checked where all the cameras were ahead of time.  But they say the hoodie had my name and team number on the back, but someone could have stolen it and worn it just to frame me.  I was framed, that’s it.  Now they say the witnesses knew me.  No one knows me.  They say the witnesses were my friends, but what kind of friend would turn me in for just tossing a pebble in no particular direction at no particular thing?  Now the cops are pretending they have a confession.  Liars.  I only signed the confession because they were asking me so many questions and I was hungry and thirsty and tired and wanted to go home.  They acted like it mattered that I had drugs in my blood, but they must have planted the drugs in my blood.  Then instead of letting me go home, I had to stay in a cell. What’s the point of confessing if it doesn’t mean you can go home?  I’m going to sue them for not reading me my rights.  I was yelling the whole time, so I couldn’t hear them reading any rights even if they did. And they didn’t give me a phone call, I don’t think, but I don’t remember much that night because I was so drunk, so who knows, but who cares?  I couldn’t afford a real attorney so they got me a public defender, but she wasn’t even on my side.  She just said I should plead guilty because any judge and jury on earth would convict me in ten seconds.  So I fired my public defender and represented myself.  I told the magistrate it wasn’t me, I was framed, it wasn’t a rock, it was a pebble, the glass was cheap, the cops lied, the witnesses lied, my parents lied, the cameras lied, the blood test lied, my confession was a lie, the lie detector lied.  I was just an innocent boy who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.  The judge said I was the worst of the worst, but she had to let me go because I’m only thirteen. After I was released, I went straight back to the scene of the crime.  The window wasn’t broken, it was brand new.  Liars.  I knew what I had to do.