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“You’re under arrest for the murder of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you. You have the right to an attorney If you cannot afford an attorney one will be provided for you….” I didn’t listen to the rest of it. One minute I was watching Kareem’s Jersey retirement, the next I was staring horrified at the news of his murder. And an hour later I was being hassled into a SWAT van heading, not for the city jail but a place I’ve never heard of, for some terrorist camp. I was dizzily staring out the barred and bullet proof window, blinking in and out of sleep..
I had no idea what was going on. I had screamed and yelled objection and misunderstanding when I was being taken in to no avail. The soldiers sighed, as if they hear the same every day (which they probably do). I had cried. I had screamed. I had yelled and punched and kicked and I threw the biggest hissy fit a brawny 19 year old could manage. I even managed to land a very solid punch to a masked SWAT member. Unfortunetly, he was the one to cuff me…. It was a lot tighter than it should have been..
I was still pretty hazy when a man in a trench coat walked into a interrogation type room to address me. It seemed like he doesn’t get many kid terrorist cause he was pretty shocked to see my battered, bruised, but still young face.
*Ahem*
I disregarded. Looking at my shoes.
*AHEMMMMMMM*
Stare
“Kid are you gonna look up before I cough up all my intestines?!”
“What the hell can I help you with dude?” I wasn’t exactly in cuddle-mode. I was pretty angry… And let’s just say my mother’s hired anger management hadn’t helped the least bit. I was pretty goddamn close to breaking my cuffs and slugging someone….. Dear God help this man from me…

» Posted By Jonathan Ragheb On 04.09.2013 @ 9:55 am

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