How the fuck did I end up here?
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I usually never get caught
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"Miss Elise Warduff?" The Detective asked for confirmation as he walked in the questioning room frantically looking through a large stack of papers.
"Why does it matter? Why you need to know my name; I aint got nothing to do with any of this." Not a very truthful response. She didnt really know how to deal with this situation because it was never really supposed to get this far. The best thing she thought she could do was to play dumb, and she was very good at it.
She was a petite but developed young lady. Freshly 21 to be exact. She had a baby face, very innocent, and she used that to her full advantage. She had beautiful brown melanated skin that illuminated naturally an attracted all the attention in the room. So of course she attracted jealousy as well: another source of her problems.
"Well since you so kindly asked Ma'am, I need to verify in order to move further along with this investigation. Along with that if this questioning goes downhill you will have stacked up quite an amount of charges and we dont want that, now do we? Cooperation is your best bet at this point."
Elise did a loud sigh.
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Shit
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I fucking hate the feds. Every last one of them. They're just a bunch of white men in $5,000 suits that look down on people like me in the worst way. To him im nothing just another cell, just another bail. Then they stereotype, okay maybe i am involved in drugs, maybe i do illegal things every single day. But shit, I gotta make a living somehow right? I wasnt born into money, I didnt have a silver spoon in my mouth and a white picket fence. I had plasticware and a broken down gate. We're from two different parts of the world and if they aint like me then they aint cut. I done been through it all an im still going through it. Sometimes i sit back and wonder how I became this way; this fearless, this hard, so hood oriented?
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Red. This all came from her. This is all because of her. Shes only out for herself thats of course. Me trying to get away...
Trying to play her is where this came from. Im another person she can use for her own selfish reasons and personal benefit. Sure ive been doing work for her as Im told. Not like I really have a choice. But Ive been doing jobs on the side. Oh im getting out even if my life depends on it. Crazy thing is: it does.
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"Miss?" Detective Stone asked. She didnt realizd she had zoned out for so long and was so deep in thought.
After another deep sigh. She contemplated a minute. "Yes, I am Elise Warduff."
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RED
Teen FictionTo get through the streets you have to get through her. And she's no tea party. Its survival of the fittest. But you'd be suprised at the fight someone would put up when they have no choice. So much for not getting caught up with the wrong crowd. No...
