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Sunday, April 2, 2006

Another Hour of Daylight!
YAY! Another great sign of a season other than winter!

So yesterday was April Fool's Day. A few of you decided to prank others. You know who you are. I would like to applaud you. You fooled the blonde. Yay for you. It seems that whenever I login my IQ drops like 30 points. I am actually a pretty smart kid. I made the "A" honor role, which was printed in the paper. I also wrote a satire that doesn't make sense.
And here it is. My satire. It still needs some work, the dialouge is rough. But yeah.

Motivation
The officer sat down in the interrogation room. He pulled up a metal chair to the television on the opposite side of the room. From his briefcase the man pulled a stack of videos and his yellow tablet notebook and set them on the metal table in front of him. He chose a tape at random and inserted it into the VCR. An image flickered across the screen, and lingered for a few seconds before cutting to the interrogation footage. A young boy around the age of twelve sat handcuffed to one of the metal chairs.
The officer looked down to see a stain from this morning’s jelly doughnut. The officer flipped through his notes to find this particular case. The folders contents read: male, age 13, Prisoner No. 23456, convicted for writing a controversial essay about government in his eighth grade English class. It was a minor offense, but large enough to attract the government’s attention. “Kids these days,” the overweight officer muttered.
“We’ve got news!” cried a rookie officer as he burst into the room.
“Well? Out with it then. What is it?” asked the officer.
“The boy! He’s been given a deal! They say he’s gonna talk!” cried the rookie. The officer reexamined his notes to place the boy’s features. Elongated skull structure, eerie gray-green eyes (that to this day haunted the man of law), mouse-brown hair. That was him alright. Prisoner No. 1003765. He had to see this with his own eyes. This boy had caused a major offense under the 305th amendment, and had evaded officers for more than three years. I wonder what the deal was, thought the officer.
“It seems now he has motivation,” pondered the senior officer.
“Just like the title of this satire says,” observed the rookie.
“Indeed. How convenient for him.”
“Indeed.”
“Quite.”
“Quite indeed.”
“Exactly,” the doughnut stained officer said with a slight hint of irritation in his voice.
“Quite exactly indeed.”
“Of course.”
“Quite exact indeed, of course.”
“Stop it!” growled the officer, who was at his wits end with the rookie.
“Quite exact indeed, of course stop it.”
The senior officer stormed out of the interrogation room, leaving the rookie behind. “They don’t make ‘em like they used to,” he thought to himself. He entered the main offices slowly climbing through piles of paper from files long lost. He pushed through the boxes of evidence from cold cases and managed to walk through the middle of an autopsy. He only looked back once to yell at the morgue guy, “Get a room!’ They both knew that was highly unlikely, for most of the rooms were being used to house the adolescent troublemakers until they could be sentenced. Jailhouses across the country had run out of room.
It had been almost ten years ago since the 305th amendment to the constitution had changed their lives. The amendment stated that anyone in suspicion of the government or led any government official to believe a conspiracy against the government was to be convicted of a federal crime.
The cop knew it. In fact most everyone knew that the government had corroded, yet no one was willing to say anything, fearing that they would end up like America’s more rebellious youth. A more recent amendment, 420, had reduced the minimum voting age to 15, and 456 reduced the minimum age of the president to 16 years with no prerequisite. In turn, the youth of America had taken over the bulk of political issues, leaving the seasoned population out of current events.
The cop continued to walk. He knew he was almost obsolete; there was no denying it. He had reviewed most cases dealing with the 305th amendment and couldn’t find a case to help the convicted. The lawyer was a dying breed. He knew that today would probably be one of his last days in the office. But first he wanted to hear what the boy had to say.
He quietly entered the courtroom, and waited close to the doors. There was a scramble of people getting to leave the courtroom. It was over. He had missed the testimony. The officer looked back at the oak doors behind him. He was about to leave when he heard a voice ring out. He thought for sure the verdict had already been read. He stopped cold. Its owner could not have been older than ten, but its infliction chilled him to the bone.
“We the jury, find the accused Prisoner, No. 1003765, guilty. We sentence him to life in prison with out parole.” So that’s what they decided on. He made a deal for his life, the officer thought. He paused for a few moments, trying to omit those eyes from his mind. He gave up, and headed for the exit.
“They don’t make ‘em like they used to,” mumbled the officer to him self, as he walked out of the doors knowingly for the last time.

That's it. I am going to see if I can draw again. I think that is a big goal for me today.
Well, See ya
~sm

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