It Goes On. **Temporary Tittle**

Chapter 1

HI :D so thank you to anyone and everyone who is reading this, im really not happy with this chapter but i figured what the heck right? ive decided to see this story through for as far as i can at least, it starts off really slow but it'll get better please stick with it. Thank You again!! <3 

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Millie- Intimidating mansions 

“Home Sweet Home” my mothers cold voice said as she walked towards her luxurious fully furnished palace. Home sweet home? This wasn’t home there was nothing homey about it, not by a long shot. Homes were filled with feelings of welcome and peace like our loft back in New York this was mansion that looked like it was going to make me feel mighty lonely. 

     Architects’ in Texas must really take that whole “go big or go home” saying literally because this place needed its own map and I was seriously considering the “go home” part. 

       Standing in the foyer not really sure where to go the sound of my mother clearing her throat snapped me back to reality and focused me in on the top of the double staircase “The movers have already placed all of my things in the master suite, there’s four other rooms for you to pick from. Your things are in the living room, ill be in room getting settled have a lovely evening Millicent.” and with that she walked off towards what I’m assuming is the direction of her bedroom.

    “My name is Millie” I said after her not that she heard or cared. Whatever she wasn’t worth it. Now down to my real problem, where in the hell is the living room!?

                        Five very long hours later, I was well on my way of being nowhere near settled. After finding the living room which was easier than expected I began my search for the room that will be my sanctuary for the next year of my life. Naturally I picked the room that was furthest away from my mother, and suited my needs perfectly. The room itself was a dark wood queen size four poster bed with canopy, with match drawers vanity and walk in closet it also had sweet ensuite but what interested me the most was balcony it had stairs that took you straight to the pool. 

     Id really only unpacked the necessities, toiletries, bed sheets, and some summer clothes. The rest I would save for tomorrow for right now I wanted to get out and explore what exactly there is to do in this town.  

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Darius P.O.V- Mr. Not-so Goodie two shoes. 

    “Sit down and shut up” ordered the deputy. As me forcibly plopped me down into one of the hard precinct chairs. He pulled out his handcuffs from the case on his belt. He cuffed me a little to tightly to the chair. 

“Ow” I said, even though it really didn’t hurt too much.  But if I was gunna be dragged down to the police station for no reason, I’m gunna be a dick about it.

“Suck it up. You should be used to cuffs by now Darius. You’re in here more than I am.” 

“ You know deputy Cutler you better be nice, you wouldn’t want me telling Sheriff Pearson that I was a victim of police brutality would you? I said with a smug little smile. Cutler just rolled his eyes, and walked away. 

  “hey wait! Mind telling me why the hell I’m here!” I called out.

" I think I can shed some light in that area.” said a familiar voice from behind me. 

     Sheriff Pearson was an middle-aged man with a bald head, and a mustache to make up for it. He had a doughnut induced gut. If he wasn’t the sheriff he would have been a laughingstock. But as long as he wore that badge, Everyone in the town gave him his well-deserved respect. Everyone but me. He slapped a fat file on the desk next to where I was handcuffed and took a seat on the edge, to face me.      

“I’m  just dying to hear what I did this time.” I said with a pompous grin. 

Sheriff Pearson just looked down at me with his beady judgmental eyes. 

“You didn’t do anything Darius. This week.” he replied

“ Then why am I losing circulation in my wrist?” I said shaking my cuffed wrist. 

    “Deputy Cutler is a bit Handcuff Happy.” he said with a shrug and a chuckle. One look at my face must’ve told him to get on with it. “Anyway Darius you’re here because I needed to talk to you.”

“and a phone call was just out of the question?” I snapped back. 

“Listen, Darius you’re gunna eighteen soon. Do you know what that means?”

‘all the porno and bogies I want?” I said sarcastically.

“No, it means that legally you are considered an adult…”

“and….that’s important because?

Sheriff Pearson took a deep breath then let it out. His voice was a bit more frustrated. “Its important because, if you keep up this whole trouble maker thing and get into some really deep shit the judge isn’t going to be so lenient.”  He was staring me dead in the eye.

“why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Because Darius, I think that you’re a good kid, whose been dealt a lousy hand in life, and I wanna help you, which brings me to that next point.” 

I studied Sheriff Pearson’s tired face, what was he talking about? “and that would be….?” 

“  Well, you can either do some community or service or I convince your father to let you finish out high school at some correctional facility.”

“Lets see, I can either pick up trash off a freeway in the blistering Texas heat, or I can get sent to some boot camp where I’m going to be afraid to take a shower? Gee, both of those sound like great options but I think I’m going to have to pass, thanks for the offer though. Now, if you would just unlock the--” 

“I ain’t negotiating Darius!” he yelled cutting me off.

“What the fuck sheriff I’m not spending my summer picking up trash and I’m sure as hell not going to some god damned boot camp. I said in a definite tone. 

Sheriff Pearson, ran a hand down his face in frustration “what if I said, you could do some community service without picking up trash?" 

“I’m all ears Sheriff”