~Jade~
Anger. Anger is not even close to the feeling I have as I'm checked into the system for what seems like the 23rd time. I glare as my photos taken,turning when told and snorting when I'm told to sit. The handcuffs rub against my pale and dirty skin causing red marks to form. I sigh and lean against the wall,waiting for another social worker to come get me. I'll play their little game. I think to myself as a fight breaks out between two men in a cell next to mine. Cops rush over and scream to stop the fighting. I just slip down onto the floor and lay my head against the wall.
~Jacoby~
Guilt. Guilt was all I could feel as I saw her tear staind cheeks and cold blue eyes glare at me. The guys and I talked after she fell asleep about what to do with her. We all know she would be safer at a house with a stable place to live. But after seeing her scream and fight like that made me think somethimg deeper was going on in the head of hers.
(Sorry for short updates rn I'm planning on a big moment in the story!)
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Shaddix?
Fiksi PenggemarJade Swatson is the kind of girl no one messed with on the streets. She was the girl who broke bottles in fights and did all the things your mother would pass out just from hearing about them. But in all honesty. The thing she wanted most was a home...
