I'm Not Crazy

~She didn't mean to, but of course they won't believe her, no one believes a crazy.~

"We the jury find the defendant, Deirdre O'Connell, guilty on all charges." the unforgiving group of people on their raised seats call out to the court.

I just sink farther into my hard wooden chair. By now it was digging into my lower back painfully, but I made no move to fix it. Somehow the pain kept me lucid, it was helping me realize this was reality, and I was being sent to jail. No one would ever hire me, no college would certainly ever accept me, they all think I went nuts.

Everyone said I burned the courthouse front lawn in a rage setting it up in flames. I had but not in rage, it was an accident. They don't know why I did it, I had to! The stupid flames should not have spread so fast! No one had believed me when I tried to explain because I had beaten up some skank attempting to bully my little brother earlier that day, so I could not be trusted in their eyes. Oh their eyes, I felt them, they were staring at me. I could almost hear their minds whispering "Crazy."

The gray haired judge stood up, his cold eyes the same stony color as his hair. He would not lose any sleep over locking me away for sure, so his next words surprised me.

"I'm going to give you a very rare choice; there is a well known camp for troubled youth. I think they are called Camp Greenlake, and there is one opening. Your choice I guess, Camp Greenlake, or jail."

I had a choice? Jail wasn't my only option! "Thank ye' gods!" my mind yells over-dramatic as ever.

With my voice scratchy from not talking during the trial I said as loud as I could "Camp Greenlake sounds a hell of a lot better to be honest with you sir."

Oh if only I'd known what I got myself into at the time.

*WARNING: Rated R for language,violence,and other suggestive themes*