The decrepit car slows to a halt in front of a large grey building with the same boarded windows and graffitied walls as every other place in the city. The door is yanked open and I tumble out onto the pavement for the second time today.
"Alright princess we're home!" One of the "policemen" spoke with a leering grin
"Ya you're gonna have lots and lots of fun here." Remarked his chubbier counterpart with a chuckle and a wink
I took a few tentative steps toward the door. My hands were still behind my back so I just stood there. It's not like I could open the door.
"Ah look Alf she wants a gentleman to open the door for her. Alright sweetheart, but just cause you're cute."
I shuddered and trudged in as the pasty man held the door open. As I walked past him I got a whiff of B.O. I wrinkled my nose in disgust before I remembered how scarce everything was now, even deodorant. Damn. I couldn't even make fun of the guy for his sweaty pits and acne covered face.
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Probably the first thing I noticed when I took a look around was the number of kids my age. Thank God I didn't recognize any of them; I wouldn't be able to bear seeing any of my friends in this situation. Rough hands pushed me toward a cell, and a bolt is unlocked. I step into the crowded space and wince as I'm locked in. Opening my eyes I see that I'm not alone. Three girls and two boys stare at me with bored expressions. I stare back at the tallest one, a girl with black hair and matching eyes, who seems to be the leader, until one of the smaller girls speaks up.
"Hi. I'm Sophie. Welcome to Hell."
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Anarchy
Teen FictionEverything was gone. Her family. Her house. Her country. Her hope. Everything but the clothes on her back and the will to survive. When she is forced to do the unthinkable, will she really be living?
