CHAPTER 17

JOURNAL OF SOPHIE WULTZ

The car ride home was so weird. I think Mom and Dad are fighting. I don't know when it started, but it felt like a coffin when we were driving home.

Speaking of coffins, seeing the prison was cool. I gotta say, it seems like a dumb idea to put all of the dangerous people together, in one place. I mean, it would just take one crazy nut to cause a lot of people to die.

I'll never go there. If I do anything worth being locked up over, I'll make sure I lie my way out of it.

I should probably tear up this entry. If you're reading this, I would confess to any crime I committed. Honesty is always the best policy and the other stuff is all a joke.