Nov. 27th, 2018

Chances

Nov. 27th, 2018 01:29 am
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[The chairs at the juvenile holding center are a putrid shade of orange and uncomfortable to sit on. He knows why he's in here being forced to speak to adults he couldn't care less about, of course, but that doesn't mean he's feeling cooperative.

In fact, he's feeling rather sick. Maybe this time he's gone too far and that recruiter from the Garrison's going to want him locked up behind bars where all the hardened criminals go. Maybe this one isn't going to end in yet another detention after school and some angry disapproving looks from all the teachers who hate him anyway. Maybe he really has just fucked up so badly that he can't even fathom all the consequences.

His hands curl into tight fists in his lap. Just thinking about all the smug people who'll hear about this and say We knew Keith was a waste of time has him clenching his teeth as well. He hates them all so much, he can hardly stand all the knots in his stomach.

As soon as the door opens and some new person walks in, Keith hunches down in his seat, his shoulders rounded, but his expression is defiant.
]

I know it was stupid, okay? Can I just go now?

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