My prayers to regain control of my body before arriving at the police station were not answered, but one good thing was that I wasn't the only one who had been arrested.
From the street, several individuals, men and a few women were taken into custody under suspicion of being behind the bombing of shops in Hutton.
The policemen who arrested me blamed the flabby state of my body on drugs, and using this excuse, I had so far been exempted from giving my name.
When they asked, I said nonsense and was left alone.
"What do I do now?"
A mugshot had been taken of me, and at the moment, I sat to the side, having been dragged and placed in the cell with my back against the wall.
I had been one of the earliest to be arrested, so I got to watch as the cell went from just me and two college-looking boys to being filled with several grown men.
