The clever school police officer tripped over the body in the broom closet right before the science fair.


Officer Cody Sutton stood at the bottom of the main staricase, picking his ear. He was watching the multitude of students run to their classes or their cars to skip those classes. Nasty little brats, he thought. At least twice a month he had to fill out an enormous pile of paperwork for arresting a kid, and more often than not, their parents would barge into his office threatening legal action. Damn dirty stupid little rich white bastards! he thought angrily again, or maybe he even muttered it, for a teacher slid him a sidelong glance that looked startled. The bell rang. Most of those dawlding students started to jog to the doors. It was funny to watch: the boys grabbed the tops of their pants and held them in place so they wouldn't fall any further down over their ass, as if they weren't far down enough, and the girls ran as fast as they could without lifting up thier feet while keeping their hair and jewelry perfect. Sutton shook his head at the tardies and walked off towards his office. Sitting there in handcuffs was one of those hardcore punk types, complete with chains on his ripped up Tripp pants and studded bracelets and belt, all thrown mismatched onto his body. Finishing this ensemble was a green and black mohawk. He looked up at Officer Sutton through eyes heavy with thick black eyeliner, and then looked down into his lap. Sutton thought to himself how lucky his parents were to have raised this fine young man, sitting here in handcuffs. His parents must be kicking themselves, asking where they went wrong.
"This one was smoking marijuana in the woods," said the other officer, Janeen Silvas. "He was trying to evade arrest. His parents are on their way."
"Wonderful. Just wonderful. You've already got his statment?"
"Yeah. Here it is," Officer Silvas tossed the statment onto Sutton's desk.
"It's blank."
"He didn't say anything except that he pleads the 5th."
Sutton sighed and sat down at his desk and searched for the release form for the parents amid foot-high piles of other forms and assorted papers.

I want to go to Prom

I want to go to Prom, and I want it to be the best event, other than graduation of course, of my senior life in high school.
I want to have the hottest date in the school and be the envy of every girl there.
I want to have the dress that flows down my body like the soft summer rain that will surely come after this glorious night is over.
I want to have jewelry that glimmers so brightly that I would dazzle even the most stubborn of critics.
I want to have perfect makeup so that you couldn’t tell that I’d spent years treating my face with prescription acne medicine, and for weeks before I had done my best to not get stressed so I wouldn’t have any breakouts.
I want to have a perfect hairstyle with my golden tresses falling out of an artfully loose up-do, curling down dangerously towards my neck.
I want to be voted Prom Queen, and not trip and fall on the steps up to the stage.
I want to have a small speech prepared, but there would be nothing that I could say that would show everyone how happy I was.
I want to be able to smile and laugh on stage instead of tears forming in my eyes like usual.
I want to be able to dance gracefully at the beginning instead of me tripping over my own clumsy feet and everyone in the crowd quietly giggling.
I want to leave Prom feeling happy because I had so much fun doing something school-oriented that everybody cares about.
I want to go to some of the greatest parties, and I want to crash some of those great parties.
I want to ride in a limo, something that I've never done before, and not have everyone argue over the type of music played.
I want my mom to say, "Go and have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."
I want to stay out all night in a hotel at a huge party that I helped throw, and then I almost want to wake up with a huge hangover, because I'll know that I had a fun night.
I want to see so many people that I’ve wanted to party with for months all at one big party with lots of tequila and vodka and whiskey and marijuana and beer.
I want to wake up the next morning happy, not regretting anything.
I want my prom date to call me the next day saying that he had so much fun with me last night and he wants to hang out again.
I want to go out with my friends to some obscure coffee house and them insist on my wearing my tiara and ribbon and fawning over me until my face is red from embarrassment.
I want people at school to notice me in the halls at school, and whisper to their friends when I walk by, “Look! There she is! She was voted Prom Queen!”
I want to look confused about why everyone is finally noticing me after 3 years of walking tall through these halls.

Now, when I hear his name, it makes me smile. It makes my heart soar. hated him for so long, only for the fact that he wouldn't talk to me. I have this thing; I can't be ignored by somebody who I have an interest in. It drives me to insanity. Nobody can understand the depth of my feelings, except maybe him. I find that my attraction to him is not totally based in fantasy, because I know he has similar feeling, even if they aren't as strong. However, I find that my desires are a bit more carnal this time. I find myself looking at his back, admiring the strong shoulders and powerful torso. I can almost feel my own eyes blazing with fire.

Prom (Draft 1)

I want to go to Prom, and I want it to be the best event, other than graduation of course, of my senior life in high school.
I want to have the hottest date in the school and be the envy of every girl there.
I want to have the perfect dress, the perfect jewelry, the perfect makeup, the perfect hairstyle.
I want to be Prom Queen, I want to walk up on the stage after being voted Prom Queen, and I want my dress to shimmer and show me off at my best.
I want to go to some of the greatest parties, and I want to crash some of those great parties.
I want to ride in a limo, something that I've never done before.
I want everything to work out like it usually does.
I want my mom to say, "Go and have fun. I'll see you tomorrow."
I want to stay out all night in a hotel at a huge party that I helped throw.
I almost want to wake up with a huge hangover, because then I'll know that I had a fun night.
I want to wake up the next morning happy, not regreting anything.

I want to wake up happy for once. I want to wake up warm, not cold and shivering. I want to simply step into the bathroom and walk out clean. I want my clothes to wash and dry themselves, and as soon as the thought of what I want to wear comes into my head, I want my clothes to dress themselves on me. I want to walk downstairs and have a small breakfast waiting for me instead of two huge sandwiches made for me in the microwave. I want my brother to be ready in the morning, instead of me having to yell at him 4 or 5 times for him to get out of bed. I want my van to be full of gasoline instead of me having to leave the house 10 minutes earlier to fill it up. I want the street through the neighborhood to be clear.