Runaway Attempt #1: Surviving Exposure

I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.

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The ‘Christian’ Home for Teens (part 2) Escape Artist

I felt something sharp on the back of my neck. It was Jess, sitting directly behind me.

The Underage Prisoner Transfer

It was around 4am and headlights roused me from my desperately deep sleep. I felt something rustle in my hair. Disentangling the struggling mouse from my filthy head, I set it free and sat up. The Suburban stopped near our scattered camp, thankfully with the headlights pointing away from me and the driver hopped out, … Continue reading The Underage Prisoner Transfer