"No please, just give me a second! I'm fine, I can actually explain!" A voice shouted from the bathroom of a shopping mall.
Two police officers were watching on a girl laying on the bathroom floor.
"Miss, go ahead, what's in this bag?" One officer asked while pointing at a small plastic bag full of white content.
"Yeah, fuck it man, it was coke. Cocaine whatever you say it, you know I was just holding it for a friend." The girl said while gently touching one of the policeman on the shoulder. "I didn't mean to." She whispered into the man's ear.
"Okay then, we'll give you a drive to the section." Said the other police officer pushing the girl away.
She used the momentum and started running away as fast as she could.
Her huge heels weren't helping but she kept running with the man follwing her.
"Ash you have to drive me, I'm at that supermarket on the narrow street. The're following me again and I found some shelter here. Hurry up." Lizzie whispered at the phone.
In just less than five minutes, a black old Mustang driving fast stopes right in front of the supermarket and picks up a tall chick dressed in a black tight dress.
The car drives fast trough the narrow street and finally stops in the front of an old creepy house.
Two tall teens, a girl and a boy, come running inside of the building after getting out of the car.
"Get in, loser." He laughs opening the door while touching her waist.
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The Wasted Youth
RomanceHere's to all the kids that messed it all up at a certain point in their lives. This is all yours, and remember: Happiness is only a glass away. •violent youth•
