The Time I Went to Jail
By: Jayne Archer
“Who’s speaking?” she answered in the professional tone she uses when talking with people from work.
“Mom…It’s me.” I say.
“Gwen! What the heck? Who’s phone are you calling from.” She hollered into the line. I had been out of the house for seven hours now, and you could tell from the panic in her voice that she was angry.
“Look mom,” I said
“Where’s your phone? I’ve texted you a thousand times!!” She insisted. I sighed.
“I don’t have it.” I answered evasively. The cop looked at me and tapped his watch signalling that I should get to the point.
“What are you talking about?” my mother inquired.
“Can you promise not to get mad?” I asked.
“No!” She responds. I sighed, because there was no getting out of this one.
“Mom,” I said.
“Hurry up and tell me Gwen,” she responded.
“I’m in jail,” I answered. It felt like I had lifted a weight off of my chest.
“Can you please come down to the station?” I asked sweetly.
“GWEN!” She screamed. “What did you do?”
“It’s not bad, but I can’t explain now. Please come….I have no one else to call.” I said desperately.
“GWEN this is not a joke!” She insisted.
“It pretty much is a joke.” I said snarkily.
“What did you do?” She yelled so loud that I pulled away from the phone. The cop nodded so I explained the situation.
“Well, I was with Mika, and we were just hanging out..” I started.
“Where’s Mika?” Mom asked.
“Right with me.” I said.
“What did you do?” Mom asked again.
“Just listen!” I pleaded.
“What did you do?” She said.
“Mom, we were arrested for prank calling.” I said plainly.
“What?” She responded her voice less intense.
“I told you, it was pretty much a joke.” I responded.