6:20pm, September 7th
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Police sirens. Glass crunching underneath someone's feet. I was pinned to the ground, blood dripping from the cut on my head. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." I felt rough hands grab my arms and force them behind my back to put me in handcuffs. Was I scared? No. Was I frustrated? Yes. I was sure I wasn't going to get caught this time, but I guess I was wrong. I struggle against the officer as he hauls me to my feet but that only made it worse. I was tightly held in a death grip and then shoved into a police cruiser.
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The Farmers Daughter
Teen Fiction"He's like a broken bottle and all his missing pieces are lost in the sand." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Dallas Brooks has spent years being a rebellious child but those days are over, he's been ca...
