I’m not a good girl; I steal, I lie, I cheat, I am a county certified “teenage delinquent” complete with criminal record and all. I know I’m not a good child, and that my parents aren’t exactly proud of me, but I never expected to be sent here. This place is my hell. Waking up at the crack of dawn, no cell phone, no internet, and hell there might as well be dress code for the little amount of clothing you can wear here. I can’t wear my skinnies, my boots, my studs, my piercings, my fishnets, or my hair extensions. This place is hell on Earth and I’m stuck here all summer, roughly three months, about fourteen weeks, one hundred days. FML. You’re probably wondering where the hell I am exactly, or rather what I did to end up here, well I’ve got nothing else to do so grab a chair, sit down, and shut up; it’s story time.
"Don't touch me I didn't do anything" I yelled as the police tried to arrest me The people in the crowd were throwing dirt and rocks at me "I'm not a murderer You guys, stop! I didn't push her! I tried to save her, but she let go!"
The crowd only got angrier "No one is going to trust you!" an angry fan yelled as he threw a mango at me
I was taken to court where the judge sentenced me to death. "Taylor Anderson, you are hereby sentenced to death," he said his voice booming throughout the courtroom
"But I didn't do it" I yelled, looking at my mom and dad, who had turned their backs on me The courtroom was silent, everyone staring at me I couldn't believe this was happening
"The only way to escape this is to run away," a police officer whispered to me I looked at him, my heart pounding in my chest As we got outside I looked to the left and right I took off running, knowing that I was now a fugitive
I heard a gunshot, and I felt a sharp pain in my back I turned around just in time to see my sister lowering a gun
"WTF?" I yelled, falling into the river......