Everything was white. The plastered walls, the cork ceiling tiles, and the cotton bed sheets. Plain; the room was, and painfully bright as the sun rays shined through the curtain-less window on the right. A repetitive beep was heard at every second. The door was shut, but the sound of shuffling feet, clicking high he...
"People like different things, but that don't mean we have to kill ourselves over it" Artsy Page always knew to look to her gang when she was in any kind of a trouble with the socs, a rival gang full of the rich kids from the West Side. But what happens when she decides to befriend another girl... Who just happened to...