The next four months felt like I’d stepped into an alternate universe.
Channing’s lawyer did a sort of plea deal-compromise for me, where he mostly paid off anyone who could’ve made my life worse than it was.
My charge was assault with a weapon, but I was still a juvenile. Channing’s lawyer told me I could’ve been charged as an adult, but having the entire confrontation on tape—and because Mr. Neeon was the one abusing his authority—helped my case a lot.
Bottom line, I took a deal in juvenile court, and I got probation, community service, and I had to agree to talk to a counselor for a year. Principal Neeon was relieved of his job, and Channing paid his hospital bills.
On that note, either Channing’s crew was making money, or the bar was doing better than I’d realized. I’d always thoug
