The officers ignored my pleas as they shoved me inside the car. I knew it would cause more unnecessary trouble if I physically struggled against them. I played with the handle on the door, yanking the handle, making tons of noise.
"Your parents are really worried about you," an officer said the same thing as the security guard.
"My parents live in the third district." I countered.
"You can stop lying now. Maybe you got into a fight with your parents, but you can make up with them once you meet them." The same officer tried to console me to calm me down.
"And don't think we don't know the basic fact that people from the lower districts can't come up to the upper districts," the other officer added as if he couldn't be bothered with this.
This wasn't much better than yesterday. I found
