Somehow, word quickly spread that I was a child killer. We went to eat, we went to sleep, all of us just waiting to get on the bus that would take us to our permanent prison. In reception, we slept in open bays, 70 bunks in one large room. No one from my family was there besides my father, who cried silently in the back of the courtroom as they walked me out in handcuffs. The trial was quick, guilty of vehicular manslaughter, 10 years, could make it out in 5-7 years with good behavior. a ten year old girl was in the back seat, she didn’t make it.
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I was mostly fine, just some cracked ribs, the Civic though. I woke up in the hospital handcuffed to the bed. I hit them full speed, 70 mph, knocking both our vehicles off the road and into the woods.
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