The JSA was just made, and many mysteries are still to be found. With Stephaine Queen running around between Star, Gotham City, and Blue Valley. And now the JSA which is still facing memories from past encounters with the ISA. And the other members...
Four. “Sometimes there is one last step until the next part that starts.” - Rebecca Sharpe
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― TWELVE WENT BY SLOWLY, AS THE PAIN IN MY HEAD CONTINUED. It’s been four weeks since Christmas, a week until I have to go back to Blue Valley High. Knowing that every day that we lost people that could be replaced by some people. But to me they wouldn’t be. And trying to sit there knowing that something had happened after talking to Cameron and Morgan at the funeral, that those two would take their time on a trip. A trip that would help him, but sitting in the manor, it makes me remember every time I went over there.
I needed out of this town, this place, this state. I needed to figure out who Stephaine Lance is before, before trying to handle everything else that I feel that could slip from me. I’m hoping that leaving can help others.
Every time I was staying at the manor he was there. Every time that I saw him look at me, as Maya separated me from “liking” him, since she was my best friend.
Smiling for a short moment before my frown came back, I looked ahead of me as I drove down to the prison that held the two people, and I so badly wish I could have gotten a final punch on that day. A final punch for my parents, and a final punch for Helena. For everything that they and the town has put me through.
Knowing that I had to come here before leaving this place, before giving up this life that I used to have once in for all. To figure out my next step.
Out of all the days I tried to come, I knew this one was the only day that I had a friend at one point.
Artemis Crock.
Wouldn’t be here luckily. As I wouldn’t have to explain to her what happened to my aunt. Who her parents were. And what I had to do with them coming to this jail, to what I feel like they deserve to go to.
Sitting down in a small room that I was provided thanks to my family’s name, I sat down across in an isolated room that had one wall and the thick glass to secure me from them. Not that I would need it. Picking up the phone I could see the orange jump-suit and the face of Larry Crock...but known as the Crusher to everyone else in Blue Valley staring at the other side.
“Crock.” I spoke up as we both stared at each other.
“I’m surprised you finally decided to visit Canary...unlike your friends.” He mentioned that nobody else wanted to come and visit them. Especially the Whitmore-Dugan’s, after them trying to kill the family. And Mike, and Courtney help stop Larry and Paula.
“I didn’t come because of JSA business. We stopped you…” I started looking at him, “You're locked up.”
“Never say never.” He mentioned as I looked at him, keeping a glare at him. Knowing he has no intention of breaking out...yet.
