Memoirs of My Senior Year: Uncertainties and Triumphs

Senior year; I’m at Cesar Chavez and I have 6 months left of high school. Had my favorite outfit on, tight black jeans, tank top with a red and black stripped t-shirt like cardigan over top. I had a good paying job, my own car, honor student with straight A’s things were great. Jonstens was there during lunch to take our papers for our caps and gowns. Just turned my papers in for that and was headed to sit down with my friends, a few minutes later I head to the bathroom. Everyone knows the bathrooms by the bleachers you can get away with just about anything over there. I walk into the bathrooms, the walls were all white at the top and halfway down a very pale maroon. The mirrors were not the regular mirrors you see in bathrooms but the dirty scratched up mirrors you can barely make out a reflection in. There were two other girls standing by the sinks smoking weed, they began to leave right

A few hours later they transfer me to another jail for more fingerprints and mugshots. I finally end up at 4th Ave they had everybody that had gotten arrested sitting either against a long white wall with a bench or in the tanks, which they’d put about 15 people in while they wait. I’m waiting in the tanks for more fingerprints along with about 13 other females. A lady in there was in the middle of dying her hair a bright red so it smelled strongly of ammonia, another lady was homeless and caught stealing shampoo from a CVS, while another was sitting huddled in the corner, shaking immensely coming down from her drugs; while I sat there, my mind silent. The whole night consisted of moving tank to tank, fingerprints, mugshots. Around 5 am everyone sat in a room waiting to be called before the judge. Still sitting in silence, I waited while the girl next to me kept falling asleep on my shoulder. I tried to discretely move away but was stuck between her and some black guy. Thankfully I was up