16 parts Ongoing Mature𝒈𝒂𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒘𝒔𝒐𝒏 had always had a habit of finding herself amongst the wrong crowd. she had been told that for as long as she could remember, by her father in particular. he had warned her that a crowd like the ones she called friends were bad influences. they would change her, they'd both hoped that he was wrong, that she would stand on her own two feet and follow the beliefs she had made for her, not what they had told her was right. one day.
𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 the last time she had heard that from her father, six years had passed. she wasn't a young teenage girl anymore. life had hit her hard, harder than most. she no longer had a father to turn to in a time of need, nor a mother for that matter. she was alone, with nowhere else to go. there was still that habit of being around the wrong people inside of her, and perhaps she had taken it too far. but the people she'd found, they were all that she had. they had become her family, they were a dysfunctional family, she knew that, but they were the closest thing she would ever get to a real family now. they were the people she turned to when times got rough, when she needed a piece of advice she could no longer get from her father. and with a life like hers, friends were just a thing of the past, something she would never have again.
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 her life came with consequences.
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 the people she had surrounded herself with came problems.
𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 being someone from beacon hills came sacrifice.
𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 you could take the girl out of beacon hills, but you couldn't take beacon hills out of her.
