Sixth; April 2007

I have attended Pioneer High School for less then two months, and I get called into Mrs. Richardsons office. I have heard she is a "devil". I do not believe hear say, but I am scared. The white piece of paper laying in my hand which states, "Immediately report to Mrs. Richardson". I begin to get worried. I proceed to the office. The walk over to the office which feels like a marathon that I am slowly walking. I kick small rocks, and count the gum that is stuck to the ground until I reach the office doors. I take a couple deep breaths, and slowly exhale. I have no idea where I am once I walk into the office, caustiously. I am very worried, but at the same time I am not. I have not done anything wrong.
Mrs Richardson comes out of her office. She smiles at me and proceeds towards me. She is a short woman. She has firey red hair. I try not to laugh. I put on a fake smile, and shake her hand. She is wearing a dress that looks like she cut out from a blue and green flowery curtin and sued together in the dark, just this morning. She is wearing light blue socks, with horrifying looking, worn out white sneakers.
Her smile suddenly gets whipped off her face. At this point I am skeptical. She walks towards her office, and I get the idea I need to follow. So I look around and watch her disappear into a room. I walk in, and she closes the door behind me. She tells me to sit down, and hands me a telephone. It is a police officer. Thankfully my step father is a well known police officer, and everyone knows my last name, and I am not a bad kid. I know a large variety of officers from each little section in the bay area, which is quite convienent in the situation I am in.



I pretend I do not know him, even though he asks me how I am doing. Then he goes on to say that a man states that I have a cell phone, a pink phone that I have stolen from a girl from Westmont high school. I am puzzled. I tell him I have no idea what he is talking about. He asks me if I am sure. He also says he knows I would not do that, but he tells me he has to ask these questions.
He tells me that a man by the name of Taylor Dickens, states that you are his girlfriend. I say "This is not true." He then right after asks me if I have this nokia pink phone. I say I have a do not have that pink phone, and that I have not gone to Westmont High School, besides a tournament that I played in for volleyball, months ago. Of course he believes me.
"Taylor has been accused of stealing a phone, and he states that it is actually yours and he is giving it back to you today, and that he did not steal anything." I am shoked. I do not know how I got involved into this. I do not understand why he would say I did such a thing. He is my best friend. I tell the officer that is not my phone.

He says thank you very much.



I do not understand what had happen. It went by so quickly.

I talk to him when I get home. I ask him how this all happen. He told me that he found a girls phone, and was going to return it to the office. The girls friends say him with the phone and told the cops about it. He says " I am sorry and I did not know what to do, so I told the officer that I am a loyal man, and even ask Jake and Rachel." I get angry that he brought me into it. I blow it over. I am not in trouble.

Of course my step father is contacted. Cops talk about things that get passed around as fast as teenage girls play tellaphone. My step father that night informs me that I can no longer be in contact with Taylor anymore. He will be taking away my cell phone so I have no way to communicate with him. He tells me I have fifteen minutes to talk to him. I hang up the phone with him, after crying histarically the whole time.



All he can say is how sorry he is. He tells me "The cops turned it all around. The girls, that apparently do not like me, were trying to get get even." I do not ask any questions. I tell him I hope things work out for him in the future. He says the same, and keeps appoligizing, as I continue crying.





I hang up.