this morning #616.

this morning, they say that there’s always one in every family & she’d become that one. she was sitting alone in jail, on the edge of tears, her hair & dress an utter mess, waiting for her best friend to come bail her out. in the middle of her despair, it hit her. her older sister—referred to by the town’s dirty old men as “jail bait” until the cheerleaders started calling her “loose” & the church ladies noted that she’d fallen in with the “wrong crowd”—even she had never been locked up. her parents were good, law abiding citizens. in total, she’d end up spending three hours here. when her family found out that she’d gone & got arrested, the sentence they’d impose on her would be way longer.