I never knew life could be so rough. Your life can be wonderful, just how you like it, and in a split second everything you've known and worked for can vanish. God says everything happens for a reason, but why would He do this to anyone, well to me. There has to be a reason.
I kept saying to myself "I am not alone, I am not alone," but all I felt was aloneness. I was being accused of something that was way over my head. I now knew how the Christians felt when they got persecuted, and detested for things they had no control of. I was in complete shock when I was told I would be expelled. I was in even bigger shock when they told me I would be going to juvenile. The door opened "clean your face off," the soft blonde haired officer said to me. I was frantic, I felt as if I was in a nightmare that I would never wake up from. I was told to stand up so she could hand cuff me. The bitter cold metal bars touched my wrists, all I could hear was the clicking and clanging of the metal rubbing together. The officer said she was trying not to put them on too tight, but they felt as if anacondas where wrapping around my wrists trying to kill its victim. We started walking out of the building, I felt ashamed of the people looking at me for I didn't know what was going on in their heads. We got to the cop car. I had never sat in a cop car before, and I wasn't eager to. The ride seemed like seconds because so many things were going on in my head that I'd forgotten to step back into reality. The handcuffs were now digging into my skin, and making me incredibly uncomfortable.
We pulled into this dark lonely garage. I just sat there watching the cop put her gun into this locker with the number 22 on it. She came around to my door and opened it. I got out; I immediately wanted to wipe my face for the tears were running down my cheeks, but the handcuffs restricted my motion. We walked into this plain room with absolutely no color. I felt like I was in a different world, at least not my world. The handcuffs were removed from my pain bearing wrists. I looked at my hands and there were massive red indentions everywhere. I didn't have time for pain. People began storming me with questions like...What's your name? Where do you live? I tried to answer with strength, but all that came out were tears and pain. I was asked to take a psychological test. It asked me questions that I had never been asked before, I said no to about every question. It seemed like the questions were for some type of criminal, not me. I was then asked to remove my shoes and replace them with these red sandals. I had to step into this filthy shower where I was told I would be stripped searched. I felt so violated, and that they were doing this against my will. There was nothing I could do, shortly after I was thrown some repulsive faded orange shorts with a huge stained white T-shirt. I placed the clothes on my body feeling as if they were some kind of foreign object. I then was told to stand behind this bright cracked orange line on the floor. Then a dark tall man stood in front of me and took a picture. I then went to the restroom where I looked at myself and just broke down. This wasn't me. The way the shirt and orange shorts looked. It just wasn't right.
Soon after I was told my dad was coming to pick me up. I felt a rush of thankfulness as I knew I needed my family. They told me to change back into my regular clothing, which made me feel more like myself. Moments later I was asked to follow this short lady wearing nothing but black clothing. Everywhere I looked I saw huge doors with one letter and a number on them. Every time I looked at the bars on the windows of the cells I got shivers up my spine. I had no idea where I was going. She led me into this room where I saw more doors. I got so terrified thinking, is she really going to put me in one of those? The next thing I know I was told to go into B2, one of the jail cells. I walked in feeling nothing but dreadful thoughts. She closed the door making a massive bang. I now couldn't breathe, I had a huge lump in my throat, and I felt like I was going to throw up. I couldn't believe this. Am I really sitting in a jail cell? So many things were running through my head. I didn't know what was going to happen of me. I looked around the room, and right above the rusty, leaky sink I saw the words psalms 91. I immediately felt so assured that God was with me. The verse reads "He will cover you with his feathers and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart."- Psalms 91. It felt like hours upon hours until they said I could get out of that terrible room. I was leaving the large room when a girl screams, "Now don't come back or I’ll kill you." I tried to ignore that because I knew God was surrounding me. I walked down this long hallway and suddenly saw my dad’s face. It was an amazing feeling knowing he was going to be on my side.
Those hours in the juvenile center were a living nightmare. I have never been through such harsh circumstances in my life. It was a life changing experience. I know God did this for a reason. I believe he was using me as a tool for other students and my peers to not have to go through anything that I went through that day. "I will save you from the hands of the wicked and redeem you from the grasp of the cruel."- Jeremiah 15:21. That is exactly what God did for me that day. I believe now I'm going through my Genesis, my new beginning.
