You are a pretty, wealthy and smart girl, but bad at choosing friends. Your friends convinced you to help them graffiti a building in the middle of the city at 3 in the morning, thinking the time would help them avoid the police. It didn't.

"Don't look at me with those eyes. I'm doing my work. You'll stay here until one of your parents come sign the papers and pay." The officer said as he closed your cell, leaning back against the wall in front of it as he looked at you, almost amusedly.