Trouble Maker chapter one

"You've got to be kidding me." I yelled as I stood up and pounded my fist on the table that sat in front of me.

" Counslor I suggest that you get your client calmed down before I hold her in contempt." The judge warned as he looked a down at me from his chair

" Sit down and shut up." my lawyer warned as he pulled on the sleeve of the ruffly white shirt that I was made to wear to look more " respectable" as I was told

I wanted to keep on screaming but I managed to bite my tongue and sit as the judge continued to hand down his judgment

" A thousand hours of community service will be served by the defendant, the hours which will start to be served by the beginning of next week. If the defendant does not comply with the court order she will be remanded to the authoritys where she will serve out the rest of the time in a juvenile detention faculity until the age of eighteen."

I wanted to cry, but I wasn't about to give these assholes the satisfaction of seeing me break down. I crossed my arms over my chest and clenched my jaw as I stared at the table. I really didn't get it. My parents didn't care what I did, hadn't in years so I didn't see why these people did. It's all because they didn't have anything better to do in this crappy ass town then to worry about what everybody else was doing. Sure I had gotten in trouble before but I was always able to talk my way out of any serious consequences until now. That's why the judge was probably such an ass. Since the age of thirteen I had got a reputation around Thunder Bay. I was the girl that parents warned their boys about and that parents called a bad influence. It wasn't my fault that none of these small town hicks knew the the definition of fun.

" Ms Myers did you hear what I said?"

I drew my eyes up from the table. I looked the judge straight in the eyes and held his gaze as I nodded my head

" Good. Everyone is free to go."

I stood up and walked out without a backwards glance. I heard my lawyer scramble after me as he shoved everything back into his briefcase.

" Hey wait up." he yelled at my back

I didn't turn around but I stopped where I was, giving him a chance to catch up. Jeff Dean had been my lawyer for over three years and had always stuck up for me even when he probably shouldn't have. He had known both of my parents in high school and had basically took over the role of adult in my life when my mom left and my dad became the town drunk. I figured that I owed him at least a little respect and that was saying a lot because I didn't respect anybody.

" Look, it could be worse. Do you really want to spend the next year and a half in a detention facility somewhere?"

I shook my head. I knew that as much as I didn't want to do this community any kind of service, the thought of being locked up was enough to make me have a panic attack."

" Look Melanie, this is your last chance. If you screw this up I can't help you anymore." he said with a look of sympathy on his face

" I have an idea of where you can do your community service but I need to make a phone call first and then talk to the judge. Mya should have supper on. Would you like to come home with me?"

" No, that's okay" Seeing his perfect little family always reminded me of how my family use to be and it hurt more than I was willing to admit.

" Are you sure? It's no big deal. Mya and the kids love you."

" No you don't need a big screw up like me around your kids." I muttered hoping that he would just give up.

" You're not a screw up. You're just confused."

" Whatever. Can you just take me home. Please." I added trying to butter him up.

He pursed his lips as he looked at me. It was something that I noticed he did whenever he was weighing options. He finally nodded his head and I followed him to his fancy car. He dropped me off in front of a ramshackle house on the edge of town.

" If you need anything, just let me know okay." he told me with a worried look on his face.

" I'll be fine. I always am." I said plastering a fake smile on my face to try to reassure him.

I walked into the rundown house that I had called home for the last sixteen years. I went to see if my dad was home and wasn't surprised to find him passed out on the couch with an almost empty bottle of Jim Beam sitting next to him. I went to his room and grabbed a blanket off of the bed and went back and covered him with it. Before I left I grabbed the bottle and swallowed what was left of it before throwing it in the trash and going to my room. I knew deep down inside that all of the alcohol in the world wouldn't completely drown the pain that I felt on a daily basis but I was willing to try.