He sat, looking at the stark white walls. For two days now, he wondered how he ended up in this cell. They said he had a knife. They said he cut some kid at the pep rally. Jason never carried a knife. Why were they doing this to him? He used to be known as a happy-go-lucky kid who had lots of friends. Where are his friends now? He could never go back to that school, even if they let him and he wanted to. They would just find something else to fault him for and throw him out. He didn't know what he did to deserve this punishment. He didn't think he had any enemies. But he was wrong.
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