The rest of the story

So after court on MLK day, I was really freaked out. I thouht I was gonna be in that jail forever! I knew there was no way my mom and dad or grandparents would pay it (unless I had been in there forever)! And Sam couldn't come up with it for a long time. The next couple of days passed so slow. After court they moved me into my own cell. I remained alone the rest of the time I was in there. I did get a book to read after court from a dispatcher and I read a entire book on Tuesday. It sucked but it helped to pass the time.

By Wednesday I was deperate and I called a bail bond agent from Jacksonville. I gave her my parents number and the number to the house. I told her to get my boyfriend and my parents to them to work together to get me out. I just kept hoping I'd be able to go to court again as soon as possible and get my bond reduced. But the time was creeping by and I kept thinking "I am gonna lose my damn mind in here!!" By wednesday most of the people I had been to court with on Tuesday had bonded out. It was quiet. I started a new stupid book on Wednesday mourning. It was so hard to sleep in there! They keep the lights on all the time of course and it seemed like they got brighter at nite.

Thursday mourning after breakfast a clerk came in and said "Come on out here for me." I started to gaather my stuff and asked her "Am I moving cells again?"

"No, you're going home." she smiled and waved me out.

"I am? You're kidding!! Yes, Yes, Yes!!! Oh yes, I'm going home........" I did a little dance all the way into the room where you make your phone calls and get fingerprinted, etc. I asked her "Whose comin to get me out?" looking a little worried as the realization that it could be one of my very unhappy parents.

"No one." she smiled "We let good little imated out O.R. (own recognicenses).

"Really!!" (Wow not acting all shitty to the guard, bailifs, whatever they are paid off I thought)

So I walked my happy little ass home!! I couldn't get here fast enough! Sam was home when I got here much to my suprise since I had called him and no one answered. He left an hour or two after I got home and stayed gone until the next nite much to my dismay. But it's all good now, I guess. Except he is very pissed that I wrecked the Honda and it is now still sitting in the impound lot where it is for the third time in the last six months. I guess I am gonna lose it. Which is pissing Sam off still! But hopefully we'll get him another car soon!!