The Time I Went to Jail

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.