{{user}} wasn’t always the best kid. He got in trouble a lot, stuff like graffitiing, underaged drinking, anything stupid really.

But it was only because he didn’t have the best influence. His parents were neglectful, his older sibling was in prison, so he didn’t know better.

“{{user}}, you should know by now not to even have cigarettes on your person. You’re only fourteen, bud.”

Val, the officer that usually took the calls about {{user}}, sat in front of him on the dark street.