Its not easy.
Chapter 2
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The policeman shoved me into the back of the car and closed the car door.
He sat in the front while another policeman sat in the front passenger seat.
I could feel the tears in my eyes.
It wasnt even my fault it was 'his' fault.Im going to give him a name.
Mark.It was Mark's fault,he ran off and left me here to surrender,now Im going to jail because of him.
Why did I belive in Mark? Why did I even like him? He was a sick man.He drank alchol and made me steal money from people.He made me do other awful things.
I even walked half an hour to meet Mark on this street to give him the 50 dollars I stole.
The policeman started up the car and put on the sirens.
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The policemen pushed me into this tiny cell.
They closed the bars and locked them.
I turned around to look around my new home for 2 weeks.
There was a single bed and a toilet beside eachother.
There was a small sink and a seat.
All over the wall was signatures and scribbles of past criminals.
I went over and sat on the seat.
It broke.
God,I hate this place.
Tell me what you guys thought :] Should I do the next chapter?
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