Chapter 1: "Wow!" i think 12 years ago today. It is September 11, 2012. Its been abou a year sence i was released but now im getting ahead of my self. Let me start where it all began. My names is Stevaun Dean Rosemary Ruth Davis. But my friends just call me Steve. A little over a 18 years ago my life was forever changed. At that point i was 13 now im 25. I will always have scars from tham terrifying 12 years.
Chapter 2: "Mom!" i yell, " im going to Dals for the weekend." In response i get "Ok honey be back by midnight Sunday." "K Love you Mom" Then im off running down the street tords my bestfriends house. About two years ago she moved here from Quebec. Her full name is Dallbregla Dalston Winstonia. But the gang just calls her Dally. She only lets me call her Dal. My mom thinks im going to Dals. Dals mom thinks shes going to my house.This will turn out to be our first mistake. But we are realy going to Two's house (for beer and cake). By the time i get to Dals house im out of breath. " H-eyyy Dalllll" i scream while gasping for air. "Lets gooo." Then were bothh racing down the street to Two's house. Her mom thinks were going on a camping trip which is sorta the truth. When we get there Twos got the cooler and bags ready. We are 13 and going on a weekend long camping trip in the middle of the woods by ourselves. This is our second mistake. Pony, Darry, and Soda are meeting us later. After we get to our secret hiding place we unpack. We built a small cabin about 3 years ago. On for each of us so 6 in all. plus an outhouse and shed. These cabins can hold you in a small furnished bedroom, a couple days worth of food and your clothes. Now i no what your thinking six 10 year old girls couldnt have done this. But were not normal girls eather. Were army brats and Greasers. Anyway Two brought about 600 cans of booze and 30 cakes. So bout 33 cans per day.
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