I slammed my hands on the table, still shaking from the injustice. The cop lied. I didn’t run that red light. I know what I saw, and it wasn’t the flashing lights of a patrol car, but the warm green light that said I could go. Now, I’m staring down the barrel of a $300 ticket for something I didn’t do.
But this isn’t over. Not by a long shot. They’ve messed with the wrong person, and what they don’t know is that I’ve found a thread to pull—one that could unravel more than just this ticket. Just wait. The tables are about to turn.
The Unjust Citation: A Perfect Morning Until It Wasn’t
Sarah’s fingers tap the steering wheel, matching the beat of her favorite morning radio show. The sun peeks through the cityscape, casting long shadows across the bustling streets.
She’s running late, but only by a few minutes. Nothing to worry about.
The light turns green, and Sarah eases her foot off the brake. Her sedan glides forward, joining the steady flow of traffic.
Suddenly, red and blue lights flash in her rearview mirror. Sarah’s heart skips a beat.
She pulls over, confusion etched on her face. What could she have done wrong?
Officer Johnson approaches, his face unreadable behind mirrored sunglasses. “License and registration, please.”
Sarah fumbles in her purse, hands shaking slightly. She hands over the documents, mind racing.
“Do you know why I pulled you over?” Officer Johnson’s voice is gruff, impatient.
Sarah shakes her head, genuinely perplexed. “No, sir. I don’t.”
“You ran that red light back there.” He points behind them, to an intersection now out of sight.
Sarah’s jaw drops. “But… I didn’t. The light was green. I’m sure of it.”
Officer Johnson’s pen scratches across his notepad. He doesn’t look up. “That’s not what I saw.”
Sarah’s protests fall on deaf ears. The ticket is issued, her day thoroughly ruined.
As Officer Johnson walks away, Sarah sits in stunned silence. How could this happen?
$300 for What?
The elevator dings, and Sarah steps out onto her office floor. Her coworkers’ chatter fades as she approaches, her face a storm cloud.
Lisa, her cubicle neighbor, shoots her a concerned look. “Rough morning?”
Sarah slumps into her chair, tossing her purse aside. “You have no idea.”
She recounts the morning’s events, her voice rising with each detail. Lisa’s eyes widen.
“That’s awful! How much is the fine?” Lisa leans in, curiosity piqued.
Sarah pulls up the DMV website, fingers flying across the keyboard. She clicks on the fine amount and freezes.
“Three hundred dollars?!” Sarah’s voice echoes across the office. Heads turn.
Lisa whistles low. “That’s steep. Are you going to pay it?”
Sarah stares at the screen, anger bubbling in her chest. “I shouldn’t have to. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
She spends her lunch break researching traffic laws, her salad forgotten. The more she reads, the more her frustration grows.
By the end of the day, Sarah’s made up her mind. She won’t let this injustice stand.
Trapped by Rules She Never Knew Existed
The library is quiet, save for the soft rustle of turning pages. Sarah hunches over a thick book of traffic laws, her brow furrowed in concentration.
She’s been here for hours, poring over legal jargon and convoluted regulations. Her eyes burn from the strain.
The librarian approaches, concern etched on her face. “We’re closing soon, dear. Found what you needed?”
Sarah looks up, startled. She hadn’t realized how late it was. “I… I’m not sure.”
She gathers her notes, mind swirling with information. The rules that once seemed clear now feel like a tangled web.
At home, Sarah spreads her research across the kitchen table. Post-it notes and highlighter marks create a chaotic rainbow.
She rubs her temples, fighting off a headache. How did something so simple become so complicated?
The clock ticks past midnight, but Sarah can’t sleep. The injustice of her situation keeps her wide awake.
She stares at the ceiling, replaying the incident in her mind. There has to be a way to prove her innocence.
As dawn breaks, Sarah makes a decision. She won’t let these rules become the chains that bind her to an unjust system.
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