Back in Town, Ready to Burn

"This has to be some kind of joke." I grumble irritably as I glare across the courtroom at Judge Bellamy."Miss Calder, you were aware of the consequences you would face if you ended up in my courtroom again.""Judge Bellamy, this can't happen! Give me community service or anything, just don't make me go back to America, please." The desperation in my voice is obvious, but he does not care."Miss Calder I am sorry, but this is on you." Before I get another word out, he slams his gavel down and keeps reading my sentence."Sloane Calder, you are being deported from Tokyo, and you are barred from returning until further notice; you will be escorted directly to the airport with the bags you have on you." The gavel hits the block again, and just like that the case is over.I drag myself through the courtroom doors and toward the car waiting outside. Two police officers trail behind me, tracking every move I make. Just waiting for me to bolt....again. Someone pulls open the passenger door, and I climb in slowly, noticing another officer take the spot on my left. I let out a heavy sigh and leave an empty seat between us, already hating the half hour drive to the airport.I set my backpack on my lap and rummage through it until I find my beats and ipod, hoping the music will distract me. Once the music starts, the time blurs by, and before long the drive is done and I am standing at my gate, gripping my backpack straps and wondering if I should light my one-way ticket on fire."Well, this is it." I mumble under my breath when my gate number gets called.Twelve hours on a plane, no stopovers, only a direct flight. Calling me not a people person would be putting it lightly, and that is without mentioning my maybe sort of short temper. So yeah, it is pretty obvious I am not excited for this flight or for landing in the one place I consider my personal hell.