The Department was a major thing in the beautiful country of Alora. They were technically the ones that acted like the big cheese of the Enforcement Units. Or to put it in a more elaborate term, they were the government. Although they denied that fact, knowing that the puppet government would obey their every command. I didn’t know if they were great at their job or not. But recently, they decided that the root to all of the crimes came from the youth and issued a law (that the puppet government obliviously passed) to give them the rights to bypass any private rights for anybody under eighteen with a criminal record. Now, that might seem crazy and (intelligent) citizens thought that the employee of the Department would abuse their power. In order to ensure that there weren’t going to be any dark secrets, the Department created a rule that any agent that defied the tenet would be severely punished.
But enough about the Department. They sickened me enough for the time being.
I did not get out of the Juvenile Justice Department until two in the afternoon. I had been in there since nine in the morning after I was driven to school to get myself arrested—which I found to be extremely idiotic, although Eira did get himself arrested at his own home due to him not arriving at school where he was supposed to be taken into custody. I shouldn’t talk much about someone being dim-witted—I mean, I was stupid myself. And was I ashamed.
At two in the beautiful afternoon, I was taken aback by my mother, who appeared to be ready to collapse at any moment. If I had a license, I would drive her back home. Too bad, though, I didn’t even know how to drive. We didn’t speak a word with each other during the car ride. But I knew my mother was disappointed me in. Yet… I didn’t know if I care or not. She wasn’t my real mom, and I just acknowledged her as my permanent mother last week. I couldn’t keep the tears within me, like how I couldn’t with Officer Jefferson. Crying numbed my brain, and that feeling wasn’t my favorite activity.
And let me tell you one thing, I may sound a bit nonchalant about this. But that’s because I’m telling a situation that happened a month ago. I’ve currently been put in the watch list of the Department and serving a twenty-five hour community service. I haven’t talked to Eira during these months.
At home, my mother said what seemed to be rehearsed lines to me. I sat and nodded quietly. Then I went to my room where I would be interrupted by my brother who was a part of the Enforcement Units (a police officer). Unlike my mother, he lectured me on what was to come next. I was to be put on the watch list, given either a court session or community service. However, Officer Jefferson reconsidered that I took the community service route along with a few educational classes. This was actually a hard decision, actually. Eira and I somehow came as a package. If I was to be given community service, so did Eira. Officer Jefferson hated that poor soul, but he had to give me a chance.
After all the drama was building up and sank like a submarine, I headed for the bathroom to wash my face. Rubbed my eyes and blew out a few snots.
This was a minor family tragedy. And I was forgiven after I paid my dues. Things started to become a bit better. I was off of the watch list the moment I finished my community service and those horrid educational classes. I finally thought I was able to revert to a normal student. Oh, I was wrong. Eira was still here.
One might say that mistakes will lead you to becoming a better person. That’s because you’ve learned from your mistakes. But does that works for criminals too? Because surely my mistake has led me to becoming one of the greatest thieves of all time. And I am not proud of it.