Adrenaline Heights

2

549 days.

Recently my case workers have been talking too me, this never happens the last time I saw them was about a year and a half ago, when they came and told me that my twin brother died due to a over dose. That's what sent me into not giving a fuck anymore if I got out or not. When I came to the fact that the sooner I get out the sooner I can find the person who sold my brother the drugs to kill him. So yes I counted how many days/weeks I've been here, what else is there to do?. Sitting in my orange jumpsuit, on a metal bench looking at my social workers " So Miss Black-" " Call me Taylor" I interrupted " sorry so miss bla- taylor, as your social worker I would like to thank you for being well behaved and as you reward you are granted to go home in a weeks time.

Wait did he just think what he said ? Home? " ho-me?" I say " yes home taylor but you will be put on home arrest you can only leave to go to school and back." Home arrest? No maybe I can cut it off? " miss black I will be back to discuss more of this, we also have to have a serious talk about your parents." " Wait !" He turns around to look at me " yes taylor" " why am I getting out earlier? I thought it was two years ?" " see taylor we will discuss that together tomorrow" he said as he left the room.

~ 1 week later ~

Its been one week since my social worker has said that I am going home, he did come and talk to me and guess fucking what? my stupid ass parents don't want me in there house, to be honest I was scared, scared what people will say and how my family will act, but that family part is crossed out now, haven't seen them for ever 563 days to be exact and they have the nerve to just chuck me out. I must say what good parenting.

"Black Wake up!" I hear a guard yell at me while I was trying to get as much sleep as I can 'oh shit' I remember I am going home, well to my new apartment today, as I get out of my bunk and walk towards my metal jail cell door. " how are you taylor?, are you ready to go?" My social worker named tom said, as he handed me my set of clothes and my black Jordan's they found me in the night I got caught "thanks" as tom walked out the door and waited for me to get changed. "Ready" I say as I walk out the door with a police officer next to me " now miss black we don't want to see you here again, Do I make my self clear?" The officer said " Yes Sir" "good I will check up on you in a week, you are free to go miss black".

"FREEDOM" I say as I run out side bouncing around" Taylor hop in the car I am taking you home" said tom my social worker. About 1hour and 30minutes it took to get me to my new apartment and I must say wow, thanks mum and dad for getting something actually nice. Yeah I know my parents brought it for me but I have to pay rent tom explained this all to me whilst driving here.I get out of my day dreaming to tom saying my name " taylor, taylor" "we are here ready?" " yes" I say as I bounce out of the car towards the apartment.

I stop in my tracks realising I don't know where I'm going, tom runs straight into my back " Taylor" "opps" Tom takes over and leads me to my apartment door he grabs the keys and opens it "damnnn I'M HOME MY NEW BBABY" I yell whist running around looking at all the things I have here. " oooo TOOOOM!!" " yes miss black" " is my husband here?" he looks at me confused, I roll my eyes and say " my motorbike dipshit" " ohhh yes your brother parked it in the garage.", finally actually something nice my brother did.

- 1hour later -

After tom going through every rule he set for me, he left which was a relief he wouldn't shut his mouth hole. WELLL this sucks now, nothing to do because of this stupid anklet that looks like there is a mini ass house on my ankle, how rude of them to make my ankle carry around that load of shit.