Aurora Lili Routledge, or as everyone calls her; Rory, is the twin sister of John B Routledge. With the summer approaching, Rory and John B have made a perfect plan along with their friends; JJ, Pope, and Kie to have a good time, all the time.
With...
Now all the birds have fled... The hurt just leaves me scared. Losing everything I've ever known... It's all become too much... Maybe I'm not built for love. If I knew that I could reach you I would go...
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Oh no.... We've built this town on shaky ground.. I can't save us.. My Atlantis..
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Third Person Perspective~
THE police station's cold, sterile walls seemed to close in on Rory as Officer Shoupe led her to a separate room. The air was thick with tension, a palpable mixture of defiance and authority. Rory sat with a small frown, yet her lips curved into a contrasting smirk. Proudly, she wore the badge of a rebel who had frustrated the cops as much as they had frustrated her. As she sat on the narrow bunk, a small frown played on her lips, her eyes reflecting both defiance and a trace of vulnerability.
Separated from the hustle and bustle of the main holding area, Shoupe led Rory into a dimly lit room. A single table, bare except for a flickering overhead light, awaited them. The stark walls seemed to close in on her as she took a seat, the cold metal chair biting into her skin.
Officer Shoupe, the embodiment of authority in the police station, eyed her with a mixture of irritation and a hint of curiosity. The man who could have altered the course of events a month ago but chose not to, listed Rory's offenses. The small smirk on Rory's face betrayed her satisfaction at having frustrated the cops who had, in turn, frustrated her life.
"Trespassing, stealing, vandalizing," Shoupe listed off, each charge a mark of Rory's rebellion etched in the island's history. She sat there, a mixture of pride and defiance in her posture, revelling in the chaos she had unleashed. The room echoed with the recount of her rebellious exploits, each word a testament to her defiance.
Shoupe, a seasoned officer, warned her about the dangerous path she was on. "You're going down the wrong road, Rory," he said, his tone a mix of concern and exasperation.
"As if you give a damn about me...unlike how Peterkin actually did--remember her, right?" Rory bites back, her tone rude and curt. "See, Peterkin really cared about me...she tried to help out as much as she could---you? You are just exerting your power over me,"
An argument erupted between them.
"You think I don't care about you? You've been all over the Island, causing unwanted trouble to the people and the cops. You've been vandalizing every empty wall you can find. I have had complains about thefts and disrupt in stores... you don't think I'm so stupid to not know who's the one behind all of these troubles?" Shoupe fired back.
