I am seated on a wingback chair, in a room full of pictures that clearly make it more of a gallery than an office and on the desk is a nameplate written Dr. Marcus. The door is pushed open and a tricenarian looking man in a grey double breasted suit walks in and sits behind the desk. He sighs and closely looks straight into my eyes, as if there was a banner on them written in very small letters and he was trying to make out the details.
"So is this a staring contest or something? because if that's the case I have other serious things I could do with my time you know" I told him. Hmm," so you're Zeke? I have heard quite a lot about you from the police outside and they claim to have found you in possession of ecstasy and in addition to that, you have been caught on tape trying to shoplift from a store just down the road to where you were apprehended."
"Key note, was trying to shoplift but I didn't do it, am a good guy but you wouldn't understand me". "How about you make me understand you then, huh." he told me. "You know son ,"I am not your son, just because you read my file doesn't give you the privilege to start making up a fantasy in your head" I confronted him before he could finish talking. "Well okay, you know they have quite a lot on you enough to put you in juvenile for a very long time," he claimed.
"Don't count on it, he is coming to get me....