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Justine and I are gonna head to Oregon on a bus at four thirty in the morning tomorrow night. After ______ left I broke down and called Justine and told her everything.
She cried with me and I told her about blowing this set-up and she said she'd go with me because she's had it with her boyfriend and her mom is nagging her lately about every little thing and she can't take it any more. She said she had a couple friends in Oregon we could stay with and we can even get jobs. I have four hundred dollars that I saved from the tips I made at Kenny's plus the three hundred I took from Terry's top drawer when she wasn't home. I hated stealing from her but I had no other choice. I need out because I can't take it anymore and this is the only way.
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We are in Oregon in a tiny, dingy stinky apartment. We are both so filthy and sweaty from being on the bus for so many hours but we have to take turns
getting a bath down the hall so while Justine is getting hers I will write in you. I think we have enough money until we get jobs and Justine has some money
she took from her mom's purse so that will help. It's awfully cool and damp here and the sun isn't even out and it's kinda depressing but not as much as being with
that sonofobitch _______. This little Mouse Trap of an apartment we are in costs ninety dollars a month but it is better than the street or the park and it will give us time
until we get jobs and find a better place to live. I worry about Terry but at least she knows I am with Justine and not all alone. She likes Justine and figures she
won't lead me astray. Justine just got back and now it's my turn for a bath so I will write in you later friend.
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Slipped Away
General FictionThis is the diary of a teenage girl's descent into the world of drugs. Mature content. Not for the squeamish. I do not own anything except my characters and this story. I wrote it from an idea I had, and I just rolled with it to see where it would g...
