At the hospital they just told me everything and I couldn’t believe what I just did, I killed him. My boyfriend was dead and it was all my fault, but, did I do anything wrong? I know it´s murder, but actually I was trying to escape.
The guy told me to help him carry some boxes to his truck. They were really heavy, but I didn’t imagine that they would get me to that horrible place named prison.
“Sentenced to four years to the correctional rehabilitation centre of Sacramento!”, the Judge yelled. “Have a nice visit”, he grinned.
“Watch this, son,” said my dad, picking up a salted legume and winking at me. He flicked the projectile in Mom’s direction.