My name is Frankie, I am 17 and your rowdy teenager I got into trouble, and I was the one that parents warned you about. I was a plague to some, a hero to others, but honestly I was just myself and that's all I would ever be. I didn't look like a delinquent, I was tall, about 5'10", with blue dreadlocks, that had beads, and feathers my friends had made or collected. My body was curvy, and covered in tattoos, and designs, scarification and piercings. My tattoos were mainly black work, Mandala designs I had created, or animals I was fond of, and my scarification was of some Hindu or Egyptian gods. I was very aware of other religions and preferred them over the ones in Western society that I lived in. I was heavily endowed in the breasts, thanks to my mother's genes, and I had strong and long legs thanks to my father. But my face was something different, I was beautiful once, my lips were pouty, my eyes were big, until I got in an accident, half of my face was attacked by a wolf when I was on a camping trip with my mother.
The attack was horribly devastating to me growing up, I was made fun of, taunted and tease along with an extreme fear of the woods and wolves. Half of my face slouched, and there was the bite marks in my shoulder, and the scratch down my face, four large claw marks. I was a monster to myself, and a freak to others, kids questioned what happened to me, parents were appalled by me, but it was just something. Something that you could not get rid of, something that just happened, and something that would never change. And I had come to accept that, so I was at peace with my looks, and content. My mother and father had tried multiple times to get rid of my phobias, and overcome them. But nothing seemed to of work, and that's why I got put where I am now.
Home Free Maximum Detention Facility for Troubled Teenagers.
Long title right? Yeah well its stuck in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of a forest, with wild life and creatures all around. I absolutely hated it, and the reason why I was here? Assault on three cops, disorderly conduct, battery, and threatening several officers. The thing is at this "detention facility" it wasn't a normal detention facility, it was one for the mythical creatures, more along the lines of werewolves, demons, and shape shifters. I was absolutely terrified of them, and I confined myself to solitude and had no problem with it. They fed me, the didn't talk to me, and most of all I didn't have to see the damn things, and I had no problem with that. No one knew who I was, no one cared to know, and I was just here to serve my sentence, which was till I was 18, so I really only had a year to go, and if I could stay in solitary, it would just be perfect.
I'm Frankie Pearsal and this is my journal of Home Free Detention Facility.