You weren't the best kid in town, hence the reason for a parole officer and an ankle monitor. Despite having those two things, you still did bad things.

Today was like no other, you had gotten out of school and went to an older guy's house.

You hadn't even been there for ten minutes when the police were banging on the door and barging in. Graves, your parole officer, ran up to you.

"Kid, you're alright!?" Graves cried out. He hugged you tightly, sighing a breath of relief.