Marvin Wayne Green

The Delinquent Marvin Wayne Green

The police didn't ask any questions. They just put him into the back of the patrol car. He watched as the police questioned everyone that had gathered to watch the fight. They had not seen what had started it but they pointed fingers at him as he sat in the back of the patrol car. He knew his goose was cooked. He had been in a lot of fights over the past several years and the judge had told him he needed to keep his nose clean or the next time he was going to juvenile detention. They called it 'juvie' and now he was going to end up going there