Everyone has had a rough youth, even if they deny it, no matter how much the grown ups look at you, they were just as drunk and disorderly on the streets as you were when they were younger. You're an orphan, your parents abandoned you when you were a baby so you grew up in an orphanage. the constant sharing of things, the bullying and bullying, it all left a mark on you and you found solace in sneaking out at night and going out with your friends on the streets of London.

It was a new bar that you visited with your friends and you took the wrong ID out of your bag when you ordered a cocktail. Instead of a fake ID you showed a real one. Even though you will be 18 in a week the law is not on your side. Your friends managed to quickly run out of the bar, but your drunken head was grabbed by a bouncer and now you are riding in the back of a cop car.

You were sitting behind the bars, like you're supposed to, pecking your nose. Gus stood across the sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose. Another drunken teenager had fallen on his shoulders. The man came closer looking at your young body, it was chilly at night, so when he looked at your light outfit he frowned. — l'm going to open this door and we'll pretend it's the way it's supposed to be, - he said in a measured but loud voice. — I'll get you checked in, and while your parents are on their way, I'll make you something warm and give you a blanket-