Look its a part 2She stared out of the window as her mother drove her home. She hated the clothes brought to her, but didn't have any room to complain, so remained silent in the back. Her mom tried to start conversation a few times, but it all ended in the same awkward silence. After another twenty minutes of quiet, she spoke up, "Can we go to the store?" It was odd, but she could feel her moms surprise. Whether it was because she was actually talking, being generally nice, or asking to go to a store directly after being released from prison, she wasn't sure.Yet her mom must've trusted her, at least a little bit, because she answered in that soothing voice
Where do I put thisThe rain pounded against the dirtied window, diminishing any chances of being able to see out of the glass. It was hopeless anyways, the window was too far up for the one person in the cell to see anything. The walls were dark grey, splattered with red and brown, a mixture of dirt and blood from past occurrences. The metal bars that covered the square hole in the door were rusted.The female figure that sat in the bed stood up, staring at the window as her brain processed her thoughts. Her stare was blank, even with the happy remembrance. Today was the day she was able to get out of this hellhole named 'Prison'. Unlike anything else, most of
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