Hi, my name is Stella Murphy. I was in jail until an hour ago. I was causally sitting in my cell (doing nothing as usual) when i forgot everything. Then everything went fuzzy. I started to scream but nobody listened. My eyes got heavy and i tried to stop myself from sleeping but there was someone in my cell waiting for me to faint, and I did.
Now i'm in a new room that has CCTV cameras everywhere. I am chained to the floor with underwear that look 20 years old (and smells it). I feel dead. The room is silent. All i can hear is my slow dying heartbeat. The chains are so heavy and tight. It hurts like hell. In fact I'm probably in hell.

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Born Bad
Teen FictionThis is all about Stella Murphy and how she goes from being a jail bird to doing something productive...