I was sitting in my cell, thinking, when the bell for visiting hours rang.
I made my way slowly to the visitors room, filled with tables and chairs, complete with other prisoners sitting there.
Chatting happily away to their visitors; friends and loved ones.
I stood in the doorway awkwardly, and said to the warden, "Anyone for me?"
He shook his head 'no' and I felt dejected.
This was my first time in prison. Sure, i'd been to juvy before, like, a million times, but this was a complete different territory.
I wasn't really expecting anyone.
I'd lost all my friends and families support when i'd finished the TD series and "apparently" commited a crime so bad, they wanted nothing more to do with me.
'Apparently', being the key word.
Now, I'd been stuck in here for two whole months, convicted of commiting a crime I didn't commit.
She would've been able to keep me going through this
She would be able to prove me innocent.
I shouldn't of let her go.
But I did.
I made my way slowly to the visitors room, filled with tables and chairs, complete with other prisoners sitting there.
Chatting happily away to their visitors; friends and loved ones.
I stood in the doorway awkwardly, and said to the warden, "Anyone for me?"
He shook his head 'no' and I felt dejected.
This was my first time in prison. Sure, i'd been to juvy before, like, a million times, but this was a complete different territory.
I wasn't really expecting anyone.
I'd lost all my friends and families support when i'd finished the TD series and "apparently" commited a crime so bad, they wanted nothing more to do with me.
'Apparently', being the key word.
Now, I'd been stuck in here for two whole months, convicted of commiting a crime I didn't commit.
She would've been able to keep me going through this
She would be able to prove me innocent.
I shouldn't of let her go.
But I did.
Duncan's POV
We had arrived at my house, and Courtney left with tears in her eyes.
I called on of my best buddys, and waited for him to answer his cellphone.
RING. . .
RING. . .
RING. . .
"Hey it's _____" he finaly answered.
"Hey dude it's Duncan"
"Hey dude, what's up?"
"Nothing special, wanna go with me to Calefornia next weekend?"
"I would love to, but i can't!"
"Why?"
"I'm gonna hang out with my brother, nothing special."
"Why can't you just say you can't?"
"Sorry, i just can't! I gotta go, see ya!"
And then he hung up. . .
We had arrived at my house, and Courtney left with tears in her eyes.
I called on of my best buddys, and waited for him to answer his cellphone.
RING. . .
RING. . .
RING. . .
"Hey it's _____" he finaly answered.
"Hey dude it's Duncan"
"Hey dude, what's up?"
"Nothing special, wanna go with me to Calefornia next weekend?"
"I would love to, but i can't!"
"Why?"
"I'm gonna hang out with my brother, nothing special."
"Why can't you just say you can't?"
"Sorry, i just can't! I gotta go, see ya!"
And then he hung up. . .
(TDI, TDA and TDWT never happened)
I was toppled over by scrapbooks, ribbons, medals and a big canvas bag when I opened the closet door. What really caught my eye was the huge canvas sack that almost pulverized my leg. I wrenched myself out and pulled the bag over to my bed. I dug out my little sister's, Cookie's (her real name is Charlise), little plastic "Sheriff" badge and giggled. I placed it down and pulled out an unopened letter that I never have seen before. I opened and read it:
Dear Miss Courtney Langerak,
Thank you for help saving our ranch from MorcuCorp! We really appreciate your concern for all of the horses and the ranch. You are welcome to come here anytime!
From,
Vickie
Barry
Duncan
and the rest of Carousel Ranch!
I ran my fingers over the printed words, especially Duncan's. There was a picture in the envelope of me and Duncan. I now remember how we helped Carousel Ranch like it was yesterday...
I was toppled over by scrapbooks, ribbons, medals and a big canvas bag when I opened the closet door. What really caught my eye was the huge canvas sack that almost pulverized my leg. I wrenched myself out and pulled the bag over to my bed. I dug out my little sister's, Cookie's (her real name is Charlise), little plastic "Sheriff" badge and giggled. I placed it down and pulled out an unopened letter that I never have seen before. I opened and read it:
Dear Miss Courtney Langerak,
Thank you for help saving our ranch from MorcuCorp! We really appreciate your concern for all of the horses and the ranch. You are welcome to come here anytime!
From,
Vickie
Barry
Duncan
and the rest of Carousel Ranch!
I ran my fingers over the printed words, especially Duncan's. There was a picture in the envelope of me and Duncan. I now remember how we helped Carousel Ranch like it was yesterday...