Joesph Spencer/Johnson- POV
*Past*
My jail monitor said I had someone who wanted to talk to me in the talking booth. I had absolutely no idea who it was. Maybe it was my mom, dad I don't know. Maybe it was one of my drug dealer friends. I really didn't know. Then I heard someone yell "TRAITOR!", and I knew who it was. It was Jackie, my sister. I hadn't seen her since I was 14, when my dad died.
I started selling drugs because my girlfriend Annie Beth broke up with me. I was so mad because things were really serious, and then she just ended it, and went to some other guy. I started selling them I was 14, and I thought that I would only do it for a year or so. But then business started getting good, and I thought I may as well make a little money. And I figured since the police hadn't caught me yet, I might never get caught. I was 16 and obviously, wasn't thinking. But I did get caught, and they only found out because of when some guy I was buying drugs from ripped me off, I attacked him, and someone called 911. And that's why I'm here in this dump of jail, with one year remaining. And I promised myself that when I get out, I would make a good life for myself, like my dad did. My dad was my role model, he is 10 times better than my mom, she is always drunk, smoking and mad. The only thing bad about my dad is that he has anger issues. I would fix my life, just like my dad did.
I couldn't imagine all the horibble things that Jackie wanted to say to me. I was still walking down the long narrow hallway that leads to the talking booths. I didn't know if I should respond to anything she says, or just keep quiet. All I knew is that if she wanted to talk to me, it had to be about something important.
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Teen FictionThis teen fiction novel shows the story in all of the characters points of views. It flips back and forth between the present and the past as Jackie tells her story of her life crisis and her life love story. Will this center destroy her? Or will...
