Dead or alive

Come with the rain

I got a knock on my door today.

I got up from eating breakfast and looked through the hole.

It was a sheriff.

I opened it up a tiny crack.

"Excuse me Miss Walter.. um well you have been

Evicted of murderer second degree."

What.

I looked at him like he was crazy.

How.

He then said:

"come with me to the station."

I rode in the back seat like a criminal.

When we got to the station a police officer told me I have two choices.

1: 6 months in a mental hospital.

2:1 year in jail.

I stuttered "1."

"Okay then," he said,"then Steve will drive you home and you will be able to collect your things."

It was awkward driving with Steve.

I said nothing.

He said nothing.

When I finally got home I grabbed my

Clothes,makeup,& personal items.

I slammed the door and sat in the back seat of the car.

The Steve said" I know you didn't do it."

I tried to smile but the just gave up and frowned out the window.

When I got to the station again I was forced into another car. It was black and small.

They didn't tell me where it was going.

All the officer did was hit the car to let it know it could leave now.

About three hours later we stopped.

I look out the dim window and saw we were in the middle of no where. I knew it was near where coachella was at.

Luke went with me to coachella.

Then a guy opened up the door.

He grabbed my things and escorted me to the building. It was old and falling apart.

I could make out the words on a blurred sign on the front it said; Miss Palegons home for girls.

When the door was opened it was beautiful.

Crystal chandeliers…marble floors cherry wood cabinets.

It was modern but elegant.

A middle age lady stood before me.

She looked about 32,ten years older then me.

"Welcome,"she greated.