Indefinitely
Iβm not a good girl; I steal, I lie, I cheat, I am a county certified βteenage delinquentβ complete with criminal record and all. I know Iβm not a good child, and that my parents arenβt 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 canβt wear my skinnies, my boots, my studs, my piercings, my fishnets, or my hair extensions. This place is hell on Earth and Iβm stuck here all summer, roughly three months, about fourteen weeks, one hundred days. FML. Youβre probably wondering where the hell I am exactly, or rather what I did to end up here, well Iβve got nothing else to do so grab a chair, sit down, and shut up; itβs story time.