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People have always said there will be 10 moments that define your life. If I recall my moments I can see about only 5. The first was falling in love with Ella Harrison the prettiest girl in my high school. She was an amazing kisser and her eyes .... Wait I'm getting off topic. She loved me and I loved her. We had the world at just 15. My second was the first day I met Andrew. He and I became the kings of Northside High. Stealing whatever we pleased. Cheating at every test. The others worshipped us. But those were the glory days. My reign ended with a single job I had to do for Andrew.


"It's worth 3 graned just go to his house the back doors unlocked and grab the drugs this guy named Jared will be with you to help." Andrew told me. Little did I know the cops would be waiting there for me. Jared called it in. Jackass.

He got to go free and I got 3 years in juvie. I knew Jared had been in juvie before. I just didn't know the extent of it. He was first put in here when he was 12 stayed for a couple of years then got out. It has been a year now I was warned by people in here not to break the rules or I would be thrown in the (Pit) whatever that is. What I know for sure is a majority of suicides happen in there. Maybe one or two kids usually don't go nuts but die trying to escape. It's been two years now, I'm 17  and the jail is hosting its annual fundraiser. The kids from the pit will be transferred soon to a new facility and I've managed to get two strikes in two years. I really don't want to go to the pit but Jared is here he just got in last night and I'm really in the mood to kick the shit out of him. It's been two years, two strikes but is it too much of a risk?  

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