“How do I always get pulled into these situations?” I could help but think “I try to do something good for once and it ends up backfiring in my face”.
I sat back in the my chair and sighed. The cold steel of the handcuffs, was a constant reminder that I was someone’s prisoner. Someone who I had yet to meet. Someone whose sense of style (if you don’t mind me saying) way out of whack.
Sure the chair that I was sitting in and the table in front of me were nice. But the room itself, was in desperate need of a splash of color. Scratch that, the room needed a complete makeover. Anything to block out the blinding white paint, that coated the walls and ceiling.
I looked around the room once more, and couldn’t help but think of the events, that got me into this predicament in the first place. Those events seemed to pale in comparison to everything that was happening right now. It all stated with a little prank...