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Authors: Lisa M. Harley, Janice Baker, Lexi Buchanan, Jessica Hawkins, Missy Johnson, Stacey Lynn, Rebecca Brooke, Olivia Linden, R. S. Grey, Morgan Jane Mitchell
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Destined to Rock (Coming Soon)
Destined to Overcome (Coming Soon)
Four Letters (Available Now)
Forbidden Love Anthology Volume I -- One Hot Summer
I am a really boring person, so this bio is super short! This is really about all there is to know about me. Sad, isn't it. lol
I love music and honestly couldn't write without my Spotify playlist. I am kinda obsessed with frogs (not real ones) and office supplies are my downfall! I could spend my whole paycheck at the stationery store...boring, didn't I already say that? lol
Also, I am slightly addicted to Facebook. Please message me...I would love to hear from ya'll.
And my links:
www.facebook.com/destinedtochange
www.twitter.com/Lharley77
www.lisamharley.blogspot.com
http://www.amazon.com/Lisa-M.-Harley/e/B00BF6KZBC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1394248791&sr=8-2
Weakness
by
Missy Johnson
Chapter One
I was going to kill Ella.
Very slowly and deliberately, I was going to wrap my hands around her tiny little neck and strangle her. This was another perfect example of this stupid system failing me.
I sighed. Could I feel anymore sorry for myself?
This wasn’t all Ella’s fault, I was just angry that it always seemed to be me getting the raw deal. She didn’t force me to get into that stolen car, and it wasn’t her fault my heel broke as we were trying to run from the cops. I just needed someone to blame that wasn’t me for once. And she wasn’t here to defend herself.
I turned my head slightly to check out the other girls. All nine of them were dressed like fucking strippers; short skirts and barely there tops. Not that I was entirely surprised; considering this was a juvenile detention center for the offspring of the rich and richer.
How the hell had I, eighteen-year-old Maya Bayley, able to talk her way out of any situation, ended up in here ?
I shifted uncomfortably, feeling very underdressed in my black sweat pants and the light blue facility issued shirt that felt a size or two too small across my boobs. Why was I the only one in uniform? I turned my attention to the guy that had just walked into the room. He was one of only a few male officers in this place.
I faintly remembered reading about a big scandal with the pervious facility head and one of the girls that happened the year before…I won’t even go there, but the number of male staff had been restricted, and the whole facility had been scrutinized. The investors behind this private facility prided themselves on supporting a positive environment for young women to rehabilitate...
Bullshit. They just wanted to keep up their pretty little appearances. Everyone knew this was where rich girls who had fallen off the wagon were sent.
Again, I had no idea why I was here.
Suck it up and stop complaining.
It hit me that I could be in prison right now. The only saving grace was that, although I’d just turned eighteen, when I ran off with the neighbor’s car I’d been seventeen.
What was it the judge had said? ‘I was a drain on society and needed to learn some respect.’ I’d give respect when I received it.
“Okay girls, welcome to Albertson Juvenile Detention Centre, also known as AJDC. Lisa is handing out your information booklets. Please pay close attention to the rules. We are a facility that focuses on rehabilitation rather than punishment, so please respect that you one of the lucky few to be accepted into here and not one of the state facilities.”
I smiled at Lisa as she handed me my packet, and flicked it open. Occupational health and safety, programming schedule…finally I stumbled upon the rules.
No leaving the premises without a guard —I snorted at this one; pretty sure the two-meter high electric fence was a good deterrent.
No fraternizing with any of the staff.
No drug use, fighting or sexual intercourse…
The rules went on and on. No doing this, and no doing that. Apparently I was going to leave a much better, more
Destined to Rock (Coming Soon)
Destined to Overcome (Coming Soon)
Four Letters (Available Now)
Forbidden Love Anthology Volume I -- One Hot Summer
I am a really boring person, so this bio is super short! This is really about all there is to know about me. Sad, isn't it. lol
I love music and honestly couldn't write without my Spotify playlist. I am kinda obsessed with frogs (not real ones) and office supplies are my downfall! I could spend my whole paycheck at the stationery store...boring, didn't I already say that? lol
Also, I am slightly addicted to Facebook. Please message me...I would love to hear from ya'll.
And my links:
www.facebook.com/destinedtochange
www.twitter.com/Lharley77
www.lisamharley.blogspot.com
http://www.amazon.com/Lisa-M.-Harley/e/B00BF6KZBC/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_2?qid=1394248791&sr=8-2
Weakness
by
Missy Johnson
Chapter One
I was going to kill Ella.
Very slowly and deliberately, I was going to wrap my hands around her tiny little neck and strangle her. This was another perfect example of this stupid system failing me.
I sighed. Could I feel anymore sorry for myself?
This wasn’t all Ella’s fault, I was just angry that it always seemed to be me getting the raw deal. She didn’t force me to get into that stolen car, and it wasn’t her fault my heel broke as we were trying to run from the cops. I just needed someone to blame that wasn’t me for once. And she wasn’t here to defend herself.
I turned my head slightly to check out the other girls. All nine of them were dressed like fucking strippers; short skirts and barely there tops. Not that I was entirely surprised; considering this was a juvenile detention center for the offspring of the rich and richer.
How the hell had I, eighteen-year-old Maya Bayley, able to talk her way out of any situation, ended up in here ?
I shifted uncomfortably, feeling very underdressed in my black sweat pants and the light blue facility issued shirt that felt a size or two too small across my boobs. Why was I the only one in uniform? I turned my attention to the guy that had just walked into the room. He was one of only a few male officers in this place.
I faintly remembered reading about a big scandal with the pervious facility head and one of the girls that happened the year before…I won’t even go there, but the number of male staff had been restricted, and the whole facility had been scrutinized. The investors behind this private facility prided themselves on supporting a positive environment for young women to rehabilitate...
Bullshit. They just wanted to keep up their pretty little appearances. Everyone knew this was where rich girls who had fallen off the wagon were sent.
Again, I had no idea why I was here.
Suck it up and stop complaining.
It hit me that I could be in prison right now. The only saving grace was that, although I’d just turned eighteen, when I ran off with the neighbor’s car I’d been seventeen.
What was it the judge had said? ‘I was a drain on society and needed to learn some respect.’ I’d give respect when I received it.
“Okay girls, welcome to Albertson Juvenile Detention Centre, also known as AJDC. Lisa is handing out your information booklets. Please pay close attention to the rules. We are a facility that focuses on rehabilitation rather than punishment, so please respect that you one of the lucky few to be accepted into here and not one of the state facilities.”
I smiled at Lisa as she handed me my packet, and flicked it open. Occupational health and safety, programming schedule…finally I stumbled upon the rules.
No leaving the premises without a guard —I snorted at this one; pretty sure the two-meter high electric fence was a good deterrent.
No fraternizing with any of the staff.
No drug use, fighting or sexual intercourse…
The rules went on and on. No doing this, and no doing that. Apparently I was going to leave a much better, more
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