People Looked at Me as a Monster

by Joey

When I was sitting in the back of that police car, I was thinking about when was the next time I would sleep in my own bed again? My heart was pounding, my mind was racing, and my body was perspiring. I was looking out of the window at other people who looked at me as though I was a monster.

I put my head down. I was embarrassed of myself. I refused eye contact. I wanted to vanish. I could feel people’s eyes staring right at me. It felt horrible. I don’t like being labeled as a criminal or a juvenile delinquent.

I promised to myself and others that I would never be in that situation again, and I’m going to keep that promise.