"So..do you understand the degree of your crime?" Nathan asked me.
I have been here for the past forty-five minutes and I think this is speeding up the aging process. If I walk out of here and find out I am now 52 years old, I wouldnt be surprised.
"I dont know, Nathan. You tell me." I retorted.
"For the seventh time, you will address me as Mr. Bacliff, not Nathan." He sighed.
"Oh..sorry Nathan...I mean...Mr. Bacliff." I smirked, loving his annoyed expression.
I know I should really be trying with him but I cant take this guy seriously with his bowl cut. He looks like a low budget, Walgreens-brand brown hair dye Armin. Its hilarious! He literally looks like a coconut.
"Do you understand?" He repeated.
"Yeah, I guess." I replied, sitting up in my chair.
"Great. Well you will start your work at the hospital on Monday." He claps, collecting his paperwork, or should I say, my paperwork.
"Ugh. Whatever." I rolled my eyes, standing up.
Working at a hospital is worse than any other punishment there is. Wait...no. I could have gotten the death penalty but that seems 'a little' extreme for a couple grams of heroin.
I started making my way towards the door.
"Aww. Dont look so wounded. You never know. Maybe you'll find something......or someone you'll like." He smiled.
"Yeah. Yeah. Like that'll happen." I brushed off his comment before fully analyzing what he said.
Did he say 'someone'?
Hey Yall!! I know I haven't been updating in quite a while. I know its a short chapter. Sorry again. I've just been busy with school and some personal stuff. I'll update as soon as I can, kay? Please dont hate me.
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Hole In My Heart
Teen Fiction'Sup? My name is Trenton Francis but my friends call me Franco. I hustle on a daily basis. Dealin' drugs, skippin' school, and gettin' into fights is some of my small stuff. I was invincible. Until that one day when a drug deal went bad. I thought I...
