All I could think of was John. I missed him. I didn't want to detach from his hug. As I layed back down, Amber asked me who had visit me. "My friend." I say. "You mean boyfriend? " she asked me. I couldn't really see her expression on her face because I was on the top of the bunk bed. "No. Just a friend. A good friend." I tell her. I think she went to sleep. She didn't respond to me. I hated it here. I never thought Jail could be like this. It had to be at least 6:00pm already. Why am I going to sleep so early? I fell asleep after I thought of that question.
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Escape
Подростковая литератураA teenage year old girl who is parentless has defective problems in her life. She cuts school. She's just miserable. She runs away from a helpful shelter for homeless. Where can she go now?
