Did she kick the bucket? I started to enter my yard and then I felt a hand on my arm. The police officer dragged me towards their van and slammed my handsome face into it. They said that I was under arrest for murder while they hand cuffed me, on a side note I may enjoy being handcuffed but I definitely do not swing that way. I shouted out "I'm innocent, who is it that I murdered?" But I received no reply. I was definitely going to juvenile prison, I thought to myself. My suspicions were confirmed when I was driven to a highly secured facility with a sign marked Metcalfe street juvenile centre. Shit what took so long for me to reach there. My poor little mommy couldn't take the heartache both of her sons in jail for murder! So here I am in prison hearing the news that my mother's blood pressure rate became so high that she went into a cardiac arrest.

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