"Why cant you do anything right?! You just ruin EVERYTHING, don't you?!"
"I-"
"You don't deserve those clothes, or those shoes!"
"But I-"
"NO BUTS! YOUR NOT WORTH THE MONEY WE SPENT ON YOU! GO ROT ON THE STREET!"
"Mom! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to lose your credit card"
"IF YOU WERE SORRY YOU'D HAVE FOUND IT!"
"But I already told you, I couldn't find it!"
"THEN YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE LOST IT, NOW GET OUT OF THE HOUSE!"
*SLAM*
"Fine! I NEVER LOVED YOU ANYWAY! *Sobs*"
2 hours later...
"Sir your under arrest for credit card theft"
"But officer, please! You don't understand!"
"You can tell it to the judge."
3 more hours later...
"I've come to a verdict, the defendant is guilty!"
"Your honor, I'm innocent, I swear!"
"I'm sorry kid, but rules are rules. Take him to the slammer."
"How long, sir?"
"3 days should do it."
*sobs*
3 days later
"Hey punk! I heard it's your last day!"
"I think you deserve a parting gift! Isn't that right boys?"
"Yeah, I think you and our fists will get along just fine."
"Please! Somebody! Help!"
*sock*
*crunch*
"Oh, did we break your arm? I'm sorry, let me fix it."
*screams*
"Oh, don't be such a baby. It's only a broken bone."
"HEY! GET AWAY FROM THE INMATE!"
"Cmon boys, lets go."
"Kid you okay?"
"*heavy, pained breathing*"
"Kid?"
*faints*
"Hey! WE HAVE AN INJURED INMATE!"
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FNIA - Join The Family
General FictionAfter being kicked from his parents home and being arrested for a crime he didn't commit, left to struggle for a purpose in life, 18 year old Y/N comes across an advertisement requesting night guards for a location known as "Freya's anime convention...
