I'm your average girl, moody teenager, everyone knows me. Except they think I'm a murderer. It's not true, of course, but does that matter? Not to them; they hate me, but I survive. But it isn't until a certain band member- with the name of Niall James Horan- comes to town that my world really spins. What will happen to me? That's for me to know, and me to tell. See you around.


16. Finally Happened

Currently, I was cuddled into Nialls side at his house, watching 'Monsters Inc.'. This day had really took a turn around. First, I was almost murdered, then I started living millions of girls' dreams by Niall asking me out, Dylan was arrested, and I finally was happy. I sighed and cuddled deeper into Nialls warm embrace. Suddenly, the door burst wide open, and four British boys walked in.

"Hey, Niall! W-" Louis started to say, when he looked at our cuddled position. He put a knowing look on his face, with a smug little smirk. The rest of the boys walked around Louis to see what he stopped talking for, and immediately Harry shrieked:

"I freaking knew it, man!" He lifted his fists up in victory, a broad smile spread across his face, showing his dimples. Everyone started laughing, and the rest of the boys agreed with Harry.

"So, is it official?" Liam asked.

"Since about four hours ago, I'd say," I smiled. Then my eyes widened.

"Shit, I have to go!" I shot straight up and ran to get my jean vest that I had laid on the chair next to the door.

"What? Why so fast?" Zayn asked.

"Because," I said, tying to quickly get my vest on, "It's five thirty on a Sunday. That means all of the houses on Banquet street are at the weekly neighborhood dinner. I can cut across that street and get back with no one seeing me easily. I'll call you later, yeah?" I went back to Niall and gave him a quick kiss, then walked to the door.

"Bye, you guys," I was met by a chorus of slightly confused good byes and so I ran out and to banquet street. By taking this way, it only takes a minute to get to my room, which is fine by me. Less chance of being seen if you aren't out long, that's for sure. I tried to steady my breathing as I slowed to a walk, in front of  the school. I started humming 'I Want Crazy' by Hunter Hayes as I rounded the corner towards the door. I ducked my head through, and as I stood up straight, I immediately stopped in my tracks. Three police guards stood around my room, seemingly searching the place. It wasn't until one of them looked up that I recognized them.

"Ah, Miss Swither. We thought it would be you living here." He said grimly.

"With all do respect, Sergeant Michaelson, I didn't have any place to live. It's almost obvious it would be me." I tried to slow my heart beat that had sky rocketed.

"And, you do know it is against our laws to live here without either a permit or school permission?"

"I-I would've thought so, sir, but I figured those didn't apply in our small town, given that, at times, we needed as much space possible." I tried, nervously.

"I'm afraid we do. Seeing as this is a small matter, I would let it go, telling you to find somewhere else. But, given your standings with this town, if I did that there would surely be a petition to get me sacked. You will have to take the full punishment." He explained.

"And that would be?" I was afraid to ask, but no matter what I would find out.

"Jail time. One year, I'm afraid." My heart practically stopped.

"A year? That cannot be right! I can't go to jail! I was supposed to leave sometime next month! What could possibly make this a years worth?" I exclaimed.

"Trespassing, destruction of school property," He gestured to the walls, "and since your mother has put the charges back onto you, those would count as well. I really am sorry. After all you've been through here, I want you to be able to relax very much. I'm terribly sorry."

"Please. I'll find somewhere else, somewhere following the laws. I won't be seen, and I'll be out in a month, less, even!" I pleaded. He shook his head, and the two younger officers walked out the door, and waited for us to follow. The Sergeant walked behind me, and hand cuffed my hands together. I was struggling to hold back tears. This is the one place I thought I would never go to, I had spent the last two years making sure I did nothing to be sent there. But I had done it all along. He turned me towards the door and ushered me out. Since those two years, it was the first time I was back into a police car. How I had not noticed it on the way in, I don't know. The ride was short, five minutes at the most. They opened the back door for me, and I got out, heading for the girls juvenal detention hall. When I walked through the barred and guarded doors, I was immediately hit with a cold breeze, and I shivered.

"Here," One of the guards that was in my room stated, handing me an orange jumpsuit. I grimaced at the fabric, and followed to where he gestured, which turned out to be a small changing area. I supposed it used to be a wash room, but the mirror and sink had been removed, my guess is so nothing could be used as a weapon. I sadly stripped off my own clothes and pulled on he scratchy jumpsuit. I felt like an over grown orange. Tugging my black combat boots back on, I picked up the rest of my clothes and walked out.

"Shoes too, Liylaray," Micaelson said. I looked at him with an almost pleading glance.

"Come on, not my combat boots! Please? There's nothing that can be used as a weapon, and you know I wouldn't hurt anybody." I tried.

"Sorry. It's every one else I don't trust. Boots." I sighed, and ripped my boot off, replacing them with the cotton flats he handed me. After I set my previous clothes in a little bin, the cop behind the desk picked it up and set it in a high compartment, took a key out, and locked it. Michaelson took my upper arm, and guided me past various amount of guards, and cells filled with various amounts of dangerous looking teens. I shuddered at the though of who my cell mate would be, and prayed it was someone that was framed. He stopped in front of a cell, and took his keys out. His body was blocking my view inside, so I could only hope for the best. He opened the cell door, and ushered me in, locking it behind me. Who I saw there left my breath hitched in my throat.

"It finally happened. I was wondering when you'd show up here." The girl said. She was my age long black hair, green eyes, a lean body, and- if she had the makeup- she would've had black mascara and eyeliner on perfectly. She smiled that old smile I always remembered when we hung out, and I smirked back at her.

"Hey, cuz,"


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