"Jury, can you give us the verdict on Mr.Bieber's case?" said the man in the long black coat who sat upon the bench as if he were the king and people who were like me were dirt.
This wasn't the first or second time i'd been in the situation, and honestly it probably won't be my last. I was use to this though. They say i'm guilty, my mom cries and begs them to give me another chance, they take her offer and put me up for 90 hours of probation and or house arrest, i violate it and the cycle continues. So there was nothing to worry about now.
"Judge, we've decided that the party, Mr. Bieber, i once again guilty." i couldn't help as to chuckle at his need to add "once again" to that statment, which in return earned me mean glares from both the jury and the judge who were fed up with dealing with me.
"However," the juryman continued "we feel as though our usual acts of punishment are not working so we suggest a new program that has come out." he said while lifting up a piece of paper.
the fat security gaurd walked over and grabbed the piece of paper then walked and gave it to the judge. Joe (the judge) looked over it for a good 5 minutes. My mom stood with me trying to hold back her tears.
"I see... Yes.. well, thank you Mr.Brown for this program idea. I've come up with my decision. Mr. Bieber, I will give you a choice. A year in jail or this program. Take your pick."
"May i ask what the program is?" my mom quietly questioned.
The judge motioned for her to approach the stand and she took the paper and also looked over it for like 5 minutes. then she spoke. "we choose the program."
"WHAT!! mom i don't even no what the program is, no I choose JAIL!" i screamed but the judge ignored me.
"Justin, i'm fed up with you doing this shit! I'm done. You wouldn't last a day in jail. You'd become someone's little bitch! Now grow the fuck up and come on. you need to pack your belongings. you leaving."
the whole room went quiet. My mother had never cursed, especially not at me. the mouths in the room were dropped, except one. Mr. Luke Vanisnky. He hated me, with a passion because I played his daughter and he has wanted revenge ever since. He was smiling. He held up a piece of paper that i could barley read but then I seen it. "attitude change"
that's when i new exactly what program it was and then i ,justin bieber, began to cry at the thought of not being with my mother.
"Justin get up you're gonna miss your flight!" my mother's petite voice screamed. It was then I realized that the horrible nightmare I had wasn't a dream, it was real and only the beginning.
* AT THE AIRPORT *
" Mom, do we have to do this. What if I got stuck with some syco family."
"I've met the parents and YES, we have to do this because i don't want to see you go to jail and this will be good for you." My mother gave me a hug and a reassuring smile.
"FLIGHT 133 IS LEAVING IN 5 MINUTES. FLIGHT 133 IS LEAVING IN 5 MINUTES!!"
" Well, Justin, that's your flight. Come on, I'll walk you to the gate." My mother grabbed two of my bags and i grabbed the remaining three and followed her to the entrance of the plane.
" I love you Justin. please try to change, for me." she slowly began to softly cry.
" I love you too mom." i gave her a big hug then took my two bags from her with the other three still in my hand and boarded the plane.
once i was on the plane i began to cry. I hated crying it showed weakness. i wiped my face and sat there.
this new family will think you're weak.
"no it won't!" i silently sed as i began fighting with my inner conscience.
look at you, you're crying for you mommy!
"no i'm not there's something in my eye."
mhm okay. well, while your getting that out of your eye you might as well go ahead and knit them a sweater you puss.
" whatever, i'm going to make there life a living hell, then watch as there lives as they no it burn and crumble "
and with that my argument with the inner me was done and the plane was taking off. I sat back, plugged in my music and began listening to down with the sickness and soon enough my eyes were shut and i was asleep.