michelle's+homework+for+imaginary+friends

"Why am I in these clothes? A second ago, I was wearing my new clothes I bought from Marc Jacobs, all of a sudden, I'm in this uncomfortable, dirty clothes. Where exactly am I at?" Andrew thought as soon as he realised that he was not home. He went forward to the bars that kept him locked. He noticed that there was someone who is walking towards him. "Help me out of here!" he yelled. A shadow of a familiar shape appeared. "His face was familiar to me. Javier? Javier Ryder? Why are you here?" Andrew asked with a confused look on his face. "You are supposed to attend classes now. Are you here to help me? I know I didn't kill her, I'm not guilty." Tears were streaming down his face. He didn't believe that this happened to him. "I never killed anyone, and would never do that because my parents would be so disappointed at me", he continued talking. "I swore I never killed her! Do you believe me? As I remembered, I saw someone in the kitchen putting a poison in her food. It was not me. Do they even have prove that I'm guilty?" Time slowly passed with the howling wind and drops of rain, with the face of desperation on Andrew’s face. “Do you think someone might come and prove that I’m not guilty?” Andrew asked. “Please, someone let me out of here! I’m not guilty!” It was only the two of them there when sound of footsteps was heard. A person with a big body came by. “Why are you yelling?” a mad guard asked. “I yelled because I’m not guilty! Let me out of here now!” Andrew demanded. “Hell to the no man! We have proves and witnesses.” The guard answered him in an angry way. “And I heard you talking to someone, who was it?” “I’m talking to Javier, he is here beside me. Can’t you see?” he pointed towards an empty space beside him. “You’re sick, kid.” The guard shook his head and left Andrew speechless.