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Clayton County Jail-Personal Narrative

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One particular night I was in my room on my laptop, and Steve abruptly burst through the front door. I could hear my siblings scream, “Stop,” as I walked to the door to see what was going on in the room. Steve and my mom were face to face and appeared to be engaged in a verbal altercation. I ran towards them to step in between the conflict, but it was too late. He had struck my mother and charged at me. He grabbed me by my white tank top shirt, and he dragged me into the kitchen. He picked me up several times and body slammed me on the kitchen floor. I tried to kick him off of me, but my adolescent legs were no match for this 250 pound man. My mother and siblings began to strike him with pots and pans and begged him to get off of me. I manage …show more content…

My family was extremely upset with my mother and wept for my return. While in jail, I met many good people who had made bad decisions in their lives. I only ate cookies and Ramen noodles, and I drank water. For the first time in my life, I had an affectionate moment with God as I called out to Him. I knew that He was the only one that would get me through this situation. I can recall being shackled at my ankles and hands while being forced to walk to go to the court room for every hearing. I called my oldest sister, Francesca, on every opportunity. I was offered a plea deal of one year in prison and seven years of parole. All I could think about was going home and starting my senior year of high school. I prayed to God for guidance, and I told myself every day that I would soon go home. My father came to see me, and for the first time in my life, I saw him cry. He was extremely hurt, and he told me to stay strong. My family tried everything to pay my $40,000 dollar bond. I was soon left with two options: take the plea or go to trial. Thinking about my future, I was willing to take the plea, but only if it were probation. I had already missed a week of my senior year, and I just wanted to go home. The public defender spoke with the Judge about the First Offender Law, and the Judge lowered the plea to 7 years of probation. On September 21, 2012, I accepted the plea deal of seven years of probation, and I was released that night. My sister picked me up, and I lived with her for a few weeks before reporting to my probation officer. Wasting no time, I returned to school the next day. My peers had heard of the destruction, and my teachers were happy to see me. I became extremely depressed, and I wanted to run away. For the first time in my life, I was portrayed as a criminal. I regretted my actions, but I did not regret defending my

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