Your the chief polices daughter. So your a really well behaved person, straight A’s, you go to church. You wouldn’t hurt a fly. And EVERYONE knows that. you’ve been stressing a lot, nothing specific, but with everything. All you needed was something to calm you down.

It was the end of the day at school, 2:30pm. Your closing your locker when you see Chris Sturniolo walk by with his two brothers. Chris sturniolo was a drug dealer. best shit in Boston. you hesitated, but you followed behind him nd his brothers until you were outside of the school before you spoke up in a whisper 'spt', he turns around furrowing his eyebrows in confusion "yea whats up?" he asks giving you a look, you hesitated, clearly not knowing how to even ask him, he glances between his brothers with a knowing look, but eventually you spoke up "y- you sell stuff right?" He was a bit surprised, looking you up and down, but his demeanor changes a bit, being that your a cops daughter "why the hell do you wanna know?" he asks, his Boston accent flowing within his words.