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An early morning panic attack at the thought of a memory problem. I feel as though I've been here for years, and I can't remember anything. How long have I been here? A week, they say. What if theyre lying?
Theres a kid sitting next to me, and he wont stop staring at my chest. He makes a move and I push him away. He smells bad. Ryan glares at him, a look of warning in his eyes. The kid, whos dressed in one of those retarted sweat suites the rappers wear, raises his eyebrow and grins disgustingly in return. He leans over to whisper in my ear, and accidently brushes my boob. He laughs suggestively. Ryans angry now.
"Leave her the fuck alone."
The kid only moves closer, now pressed against me. I get up and walk over, sitting next to ryan. Ryan sits in front of me and gaurds me protectivly. I lean against his back and continue writing. Bettie sits on the other side of me, barricading me. Shes not dumb, she knows how it works here.
We go down to breakfast and Ryan and I share a plate of scrambled eggs, using ketchup to mask the taste.
Theres a kid sitting next to me, and he wont stop staring at my chest. He makes a move and I push him away. He smells bad. Ryan glares at him, a look of warning in his eyes. The kid, whos dressed in one of those retarted sweat suites the rappers wear, raises his eyebrow and grins disgustingly in return. He leans over to whisper in my ear, and accidently brushes my boob. He laughs suggestively. Ryans angry now.
"Leave her the fuck alone."
The kid only moves closer, now pressed against me. I get up and walk over, sitting next to ryan. Ryan sits in front of me and gaurds me protectivly. I lean against his back and continue writing. Bettie sits on the other side of me, barricading me. Shes not dumb, she knows how it works here.
We go down to breakfast and Ryan and I share a plate of scrambled eggs, using ketchup to mask the taste.