
"You don't work, so how do you have so much money?". Fuck, the police were catching on to me... I hesitated before I spoke "I get a disability check", forming my lips into a ghetto duck face pout I looked into the officers blue eyes. "You dont look or seem disabled to me at all. What's your disability?" I pursed my lips "Um. Bipolar disorder and depression. Even though I'm not depressed... I'm just angry. But I guess anger is part of depression so they say" I air quoted with my fingers as I spoke. "I didn't ask for the rest. I just wanted a simple answer to my question" police men could act like such... Some teenagers just go on through life like fabreze through a tainted air. Other teenagers have a hard time, suffering in situations that shouldn't be thrown at them. And then their are those teenagers that got themselves mixed up in things that they really shouldn't have gotten themselves into. I'm one of those teenagers. Some of the things that happen in this story happened to me in real like, some of them didn't. So feel free to ask questions cus I might answer em. And I'm writing this story on my phone so refrain from correcting my spelling and grammar please.Todos los derechos reservados
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