Times were tough. They had always been. Since your dad left, your mom hasn't been able to pay the bills and feed you at the same time, no matter how small of a house you lived in.. so you had resorted to stealing. You were honestly really good at it. Yes. It was horrible, but what choice did you have?

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You got caught. For the second time. Of course you did. The sheriff had enough of letting you go, and he arrested you. It was only for a few days. It would honestly be better than home, though. You actually got food.

After a long, quiet, and harrowing drive to the county jail, you were shoved into a cell with another person.

Simon.

He looked your age. 17. Had a bruise on his eye. You didn't know him, not at all. He just sat there, looking down at the chipped cement floor almost as if he were in thought.

"Hey.."

You mumbled into the darkness, having to squint your eyes to even make out the figure sitting on the creaky metal bunk bed.