Chapter 1-Brit

“Brittany Conoway, you’re under arrest for the consumption of alcohol while under the age of twenty-one,” the burly cop, Sheriff Douglas pronounced.
I scrutinized the field around me for my so-called friends. But the grass was only littered with trash, not a person or car in sight. I felt the despair build up at the thought of my friends bailing on me. Leaving me to deal with the cop alone, in this kind of state.
The cold metal bit into my skin as handcuffs were clamped around my wrists. My eyes stung as I looked up through watery eyes at the sheriff.
“It’s not fair,” I sobbed, “My parents are going to kill me.” I knew my words were coming out slurred, but I didn’t care. I just didn’t want to go to jail. I searched the sheriff’s face for any sign of sympathy, but all I found was disgust as he lead me to the cop car and the blinding, flashing lights. This emotion confused me. I had known this man for years, he had been the sheriff since I was born. This wasn’t the norm for me, doing something illegal, so he must have known something was up. Or maybe he just didn’t care.
“Please Sheriff Douglas,” I begged, “You know me. Just let me call my parents and they can come pick me up. I can’t get arrested. It’ll ruin everything.”
Sheriff Douglas only looked at me with repulsion, as if I were a filthy cockroach that had crawled onto his dinner plate. “You have the right to remain silent,” he began in a monotone voice. I felt the hopelessness in my chest, knowing he wouldn’t listen, “Anything you say or do can and will be used against you in a court of law...”