Just a heads up-I will most likely be posting for every time I put down the book for any period of time, just so I don't get overwhelmed with information. This book is "action"-packed.
I left off when Devon was talking to her lawyer Dom, for the first time. She wasn't sure how she was feeling about this woman but now she learns that Dom is her future. All of her hopes and goals for the future are now relying on Dom to help her get out of jail. Devon finds herself frantic. She has never felt this way before, she has always been calm. She paces around the white, cement room in panic. She receives some frightening information; everybody already knows about the crime she has committed, it has been all through the media, whispered in the hallways off her school. She is given some newspaper articles to read in her cell. "Then she sees the pictures. A sharp pain slams into her chest, seizes her breath. One of the couch-the blood-soaked cushions, the crumpled blanket. And another of the bathroom-the blood smeared across the linoleum, a pile of soiled towels in the corner. And still another- a torn open trash bag, revealing the garbage contained within."-page 86. She studies the photo of the trash, and realizes that it is her trash. She starts to remember a few things- like what she was doing "That Night" as it is put. But when she starts to wonder about other things like the blood, she suddenly can't remember anymore.
I have a theory for this, a prediction, if you will. I believe that Devon's mind has repressed "That Night". Before, in the book, Devon claims she remembers somethings like the sex, and pain of "That Night"...though she never actually remembered a baby. She may not have known what was going on, in the daze of the birth. Devon may have been in shock. She may have done these things-such as putting the baby in the trash-subconsciously, or possibly even unconsciously. I don't doubt that she did it herself.
So, after she sees the pictures. It is the next morning, and Devon gets assigned to a chore for the first time. She is determined to do her job superbly, her lawyer said that if she is a "model" resident, the judge will be less harsh. Devon feels the need to prove herself, since she has always been the good, smart girl. I can relate to her because of this. We both always do the right thing, because we want to.
She goes to the school in juvenile detention, with fourteen other girls (the boys are kept separate). She is forced to sit next to a freaky girl with braids and pale skin, named Karma. The teacher- Ms. Coughran- goes through all the rules. All the while Devon is receiving snide comments from Karma. Ms. Coughran begins the first assignment- to write a poem that uses specific words. Devon realizes how utterly dim-witted some of the girls are, for not knowing the meaning of twilight or sail. Devon doesn't write a poem, because poetry reminds her of him. She briefly thinks about-most likely-the first time they ever went out. This is one of the first glances that we, as the reader, seen him (the father of the baby, for those of you who haven't figured it out...). She snaps back to the present, where the classroom walls are surprising colorful with pictures and maps. Some girls share their poems. Devon is distracted when Karma slides her paper over to her. It reads: "She can paint a lovely picture/BUT.../This story has a twist./Her paintbrush is a razor/and her canvas is her wrist." Karma smirks at Devon and then whispers to her. "Yeah, you are a devil. Deep down inside. So am I. So are all of us." She kicks Devon's chair. "Get over it."
That is exactly where I have stopped for now. More will come next time. :)
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