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This is from one of the first 2 novels I'm working on. This is an excerpt from the first chapter:
I kept thinking to myself how could I have done something like this? Why did I, a well-behaved kid, commit such a terrible crime like this? I’m not a criminal and I’ve never been one. I’ve never been in trouble with the law before. This was my first time.
There’s a lot people would expect from a Latino. Most teenage Latinos are seen as either gangsters or criminals. You could easily pick them out by how they act or what clothes they wear or how they physically look like. I may be Mexican-American, but I was never in my life a criminal or a gangster like any of the others. I was a good student in school, I wear normal clothes that actually fit me (I actually dress more like a white boy so it’s hard to tell if I’m white or Mexican), and I always try to set a good example for my people. I’m the good Mexican-American. Never in my life have I committed any crimes until today.
We soon arrived in the back of a small police station in Middlefield Road. The policeman took me out of the car and walked me across the parking lot to the station. I had to be covered with my jacket so that no one from church or school would recognize me and tell everyone why I wouldn’t be around for a hell of a long time. It was hot in the car and when I got out, it was even hotter. As we approached the building, we passed a police car with a Canine dog inside. The Canine was barking viciously at me. I was so sad I didn’t even so much as tilt my head in the freaking dog’s direction.
Once inside, the cop brought me into a tiny room to be interrogated. All that was inside was a small table, 2 chairs opposite of each other on the table, and a window where we could be watched. I’m pretty sure the room had a hidden camera and microphone somewhere on the ceiling.
“All right, hold on a second,” the cop said. He had me face the inside of the room while he removed the handcuffs. There was some trouble getting the cuffs off. First, since I was still covered with my jacket, he had to fumble with it to handle my cuffs. Once he had that taken care of, he went to work with his key to unlock my handcuffs. However, problem #2 came. The key wouldn’t unlock the handcuffs. When he was trying to unlock my handcuffs, I was afraid that he might accidentally break the key and I would be handcuffed in juvenile hall for my entire lockup.
“Hey Jackson. I can’t get these cuffs off,” the cop said. Jackson was one of the cops who came to the crime scene. “Mind helping me out here?”
“Sure. Just give me a minute,” Jackson said.
He came over to me with his set of keys and in 3 seconds he got my handcuffs off. Then he motioned for me to go in the small interrogation room. “Just sit down and a detective will be right with you in a sec,” Jackson said. He walked out of the room and closed the door slightly.
I sat down on the chair facing the window. I covered my face with my hood more and kept my head lowered so that the detective or anyone else could see what I looked like. My eyes were red and puffy from crying so much when I got caught. I still remembered my parents and my twin siblings, Carlos and Carmen crying because I would be in jail. I remembered both of them crying and saying that they loved me and they didn’t want to lose me. I was telling them that I was telling them that I was sorry and that I loved them too. I couldn’t look at my mom’s face. All she felt was sadness, anger, and shame at her oldest son who is now a criminal. My dad was trying so hard to hold back his tears. I found out later after I was released that after I was taken away, he finally broke down in tears.
After maybe ten to fifteen minutes, someone came to interview me. I assumed he was the detective since he was the only guy I’ve seen so far wearing a suit and tie. He closed the door silently but not all the way just in case I would try something. In the state I was in, trying anything was the last thing on my mind. Full cooperation
The detective pulled out some materials for the interview we were about to have. The materials consisted of some papers, a pen, and a digital recorder. I still had my jacket covering my face so I couldn’t see his face either. This is when I told myself that if I’m going to get out of this, I’d have to do everything right and honestly. Usually people who are honest get out of these types of situations faster.
“Hello, my name is Detective Schneider with the San Mateo police department. All I need for you to do is to tell me everything that happened before you were arrested. Before we start the process, I have to read you your rights: ‘You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to be speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided
By the way, please don't steal my ideas.
I kept thinking to myself how could I have done something like this? Why did I, a well-behaved kid, commit such a terrible crime like this? I’m not a criminal and I’ve never been one. I’ve never been in trouble with the law before. This was my first time.
There’s a lot people would expect from a Latino. Most teenage Latinos are seen as either gangsters or criminals. You could easily pick them out by how they act or what clothes they wear or how they physically look like. I may be Mexican-American, but I was never in my life a criminal or a gangster like any of the others. I was a good student in school, I wear normal clothes that actually fit me (I actually dress more like a white boy so it’s hard to tell if I’m white or Mexican), and I always try to set a good example for my people. I’m the good Mexican-American. Never in my life have I committed any crimes until today.
We soon arrived in the back of a small police station in Middlefield Road. The policeman took me out of the car and walked me across the parking lot to the station. I had to be covered with my jacket so that no one from church or school would recognize me and tell everyone why I wouldn’t be around for a hell of a long time. It was hot in the car and when I got out, it was even hotter. As we approached the building, we passed a police car with a Canine dog inside. The Canine was barking viciously at me. I was so sad I didn’t even so much as tilt my head in the freaking dog’s direction.
Once inside, the cop brought me into a tiny room to be interrogated. All that was inside was a small table, 2 chairs opposite of each other on the table, and a window where we could be watched. I’m pretty sure the room had a hidden camera and microphone somewhere on the ceiling.
“All right, hold on a second,” the cop said. He had me face the inside of the room while he removed the handcuffs. There was some trouble getting the cuffs off. First, since I was still covered with my jacket, he had to fumble with it to handle my cuffs. Once he had that taken care of, he went to work with his key to unlock my handcuffs. However, problem #2 came. The key wouldn’t unlock the handcuffs. When he was trying to unlock my handcuffs, I was afraid that he might accidentally break the key and I would be handcuffed in juvenile hall for my entire lockup.
“Hey Jackson. I can’t get these cuffs off,” the cop said. Jackson was one of the cops who came to the crime scene. “Mind helping me out here?”
“Sure. Just give me a minute,” Jackson said.
He came over to me with his set of keys and in 3 seconds he got my handcuffs off. Then he motioned for me to go in the small interrogation room. “Just sit down and a detective will be right with you in a sec,” Jackson said. He walked out of the room and closed the door slightly.
I sat down on the chair facing the window. I covered my face with my hood more and kept my head lowered so that the detective or anyone else could see what I looked like. My eyes were red and puffy from crying so much when I got caught. I still remembered my parents and my twin siblings, Carlos and Carmen crying because I would be in jail. I remembered both of them crying and saying that they loved me and they didn’t want to lose me. I was telling them that I was telling them that I was sorry and that I loved them too. I couldn’t look at my mom’s face. All she felt was sadness, anger, and shame at her oldest son who is now a criminal. My dad was trying so hard to hold back his tears. I found out later after I was released that after I was taken away, he finally broke down in tears.
After maybe ten to fifteen minutes, someone came to interview me. I assumed he was the detective since he was the only guy I’ve seen so far wearing a suit and tie. He closed the door silently but not all the way just in case I would try something. In the state I was in, trying anything was the last thing on my mind. Full cooperation
The detective pulled out some materials for the interview we were about to have. The materials consisted of some papers, a pen, and a digital recorder. I still had my jacket covering my face so I couldn’t see his face either. This is when I told myself that if I’m going to get out of this, I’d have to do everything right and honestly. Usually people who are honest get out of these types of situations faster.
“Hello, my name is Detective Schneider with the San Mateo police department. All I need for you to do is to tell me everything that happened before you were arrested. Before we start the process, I have to read you your rights: ‘You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to be speak to an attorney, and to have an attorney present during any questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided
By the way, please don't steal my ideas.