"Mrs. Curran you need to go to the office." My teacher whispered hovering over my desk.

I put my stuff in my book bag looking around nervously. I doubt it could be anything bad. I was a good student who mostly stayed out of trouble.

When I stepped into the office I saw two police officers standing there. My heart flew into my chest and I nearly ran out of the room.

"Um What is this about?" I asked.

"Take a seat ma'am."

I stood still.

"You can take a seat or I can make you take a seat." The officer said.

Douche

I sat down in the chair throwing my book bag on the floor.

"Miss Curran, care to tell us about this?" The guy set a large brick of marijuana on the desk.

"Never seen it before."

Was this a joke? I had been clean for awhile now.

"It was in your locker."

"Technically the locker is school property. So technically the school is in possession of drugs." I said casually.

They seemed taken back by my answer. I knew they were lying.

"We've received reports you're dealing drugs."

I sighed. "Can you prove that?"

"Let's see what's in your bag? May I?"

I nodded knowing they wouldn't find anything. The officer combed through my bag seeming bored after coming up empty.

"Oh what's in here?" He pulled out Hazannah's makeup bag.

"Just some makeup." I smirked.

"It seems that way, but look here. A false bottom. Underneath here we find several baggies ready to sell."

My mouth dropped open. I would kill her. Well I would be arrested and Colton would go ahead and kill her.

"Cashmere Curran you are under arrest for possession with intent to distribute."

The officer stood up trying to put handcuffs on me.

I backed away from him. "You can't do that. I'm only sixteen you need a parent."

The officers slammed me down on the ground holding me down so I couldn't move.

"Let's add resisting arrest to that."

"I'm not resisting." I yelled.

I stood in between the two officers waiting at the door. Their hands painfully gripping my upper arm. The door made a loud buzzing sound and one of them pushed it open. I followed them through the hallway stopping in front of a desk with a camera beside it.

"Hold this and step over here."

I grabbed the heavy sign from them and stood on the taped area that was on the floor.

"Turn to the side."

"Do you have any tattoos?"

"No. Why?" I asked.

"Go ahead."

The officers grabbed my arms again leading me through a small hallway. They stopped in front of an old black door.

"Buzz me in." The officer said into his hand.

The door buzzed and they roughly shoved me inside. I was going to sue if I have bruises. We walked up to a table where a bored looking lady sat. These people clearly don't enjoy their jobs.

"Hand." She barked.

The officer removed my cuffs and I extended my hand.

The lady grabbed my hand pressing my fingers onto the cold ink pad before rotating them onto a card.

"Follow me."

I followed her to the set of open lockers behind the desk. Women were standing around in various shades of undress. I turned my head trying not to look at them.

"Here's your uniform. You'll take off anything on your body. Clothing, piercings, it all goes. You'll bring them to me and I'll keep it stored for you, then you're going to shower and put on this uniform."

I grimaced at the outfit she handed me. A plain jumpsuit, white tube socks, plain white undergarments, and boots with no laces.

I fought the tears that were threatening to spill at any moment. How was this happening to me?

I scanned the room searching for any place to hide, but everything was in the open here.

"Are you going to take them off or do you need some help." The lady yelled.

I turned around and quickly took off my shoes trying to ignore the fact that the room was so crowded that my head hit some lady's ass. I stripped off the rest of my clothing and covered myself before walking up to the lady's desk.

What was next. Oh the disease infested shower. I stood just inches away from a lady who seemed to be having her first shower in months.

"Water on eight!" One of the officers yelled.

The coldest water I had ever felt came out of the faucet making me shiver. I grabbed the soap and quickly lathered down my body to get it over with.

I stepped out grabbing the raggedy towel off one of the hooks and stepped into my jumpsuit.

"Any allergies, medications, addictions?" Another officer asked.

I shook my head.

"Use you words inmate!" He yelled spit flying onto my face.

"Just birth control."

"You won't be needing that here. Buzz the door."

The officer grabbed my arm leading me out of a different door. We walked through various hallways before he stopped at one door.

It was one large three story room. There were multiple doors with small glass windows and one large room on the bottom floor that was glass. An officer sat behind a large desk inside of it.

He stopped in front of one of the doors shoving me to the ground and slamming the door behind him.

"Wait! This is a mistake. I get a phone call you can't just keep me in here." I shouted banging on the small glass window.

"You going to shut that mouth or do I need to do that for you?" He yelled. "That's a write up inmate."

I stepped away from the door. My small room featured a cot with no bedding, a small sink, and a metal toilet. No more no less.

I sat down on the bed pulling my knees up to my chest. No one knows I'm even here. My dad's at this same very jail housed in a different building and Colton thought I was still in school.

This is hell