Juvenile records remain sealed, part 2
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Thanks for following along! If you missed part 1, you can read it here.
Awakeness can also be followed by darkness. My brain has only catalogued and remembered so much. I know there was a large swat team surrounding the trailer and that John and Jimmy were captured easily. There were no fights and drama — at least I don’t think so; one would think my brain would remember that.
Ultimately my memory is a vague blank from the gun touching my left temple to the time we arrive at the police station. It must have been a long ride because that trailer was way out in the middle of nowhere.
The reason why I remember the police station is because, upon being booked, I had to write a statement essentially documenting all the crimes committed. Well, this was a 2-week crime spree, and the form was only a page (in triplicate) with about three-quarters of a page of lines to fill in. I was put into a room with the form, which I stared at. I got up and went to the door and got the police officer’s attention. I told him I would need at least 5 forms and a piece of scratch paper so I could make an outline, otherwise it wouldn’t make sense. The events were (and still are) truly a blur.
Everyone in the booking office overheard this request. It was an odd one. They told me no one had ever made such a request. I asked if there was any time limit, and we all agreed that I had nothing much better to do with my time. So scratch paper, a stack of extra forms and extra pens were brought to me. Up to this point in time I’d been close to a straight A student. Some Bs… I was never striving for perfection, just doing what came naturally to me when I put in effort. There’s a part of me that wishes I could read those forms — probably just the faded pink copy remains in a file somewhere, if that, since I’ve been reassured that juvenile records remain sealed. It sounds so simple, like it’s an envelope somewhere, sitting untouched. I wonder if it’s been digitized and catalogued? Were eyebrows raised at the neat handwriting, introductory paragraph hook, paragraph indents, and numbered pages? I wonder what my conclusion looked like. This was probably my best “What I Did on Summer Vacation” essay yet, sitting sealed somewhere in the mountains of North Carolina.