AN:: OK! I know I said that I was done with writing and I basically am. But this is my favorite story that I have written and I think I can write it so much better. So here goes... Bits will be added as I want to so those that read it the first time... here we go again... those that haven't read it yet... stay tuned :)

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There are days when you wish you could just go back.

Sat in the back of the police cruiser, a blond haired teen wished she could go back. She wanted to go back a few days and say no to her friends. She wished she never got involved with the wrong group of people. She just wished she said no.

She stretched her fingers out, hissing at the pain in her wrists because the police officers had put her handcuffs on too tight. 'Whats the point anyway, it's not like there's any point running away' she thought.

She thought about how she got in to this predicament and how the people she had called her friends could betray her again. She thought about the look on her boyfriends face when they drove straight past her as she was being arrested. It made her sick to the pit of her stomach.

Since this was her third time in the court with the same offence, theft, the judge gave the decision to her parents. Jail or Military Academy.

They chose to send her to Hollingsworth Military Academy. It had only a 2% failure rate and was away for just about any for of civilisation.

She remembered the conversation she had with her father before she got carted away

"We just don't know what to do with you anymore Spencer. I don't know when you turned in to such a bad kid. I know we raised you better than this."

Great, really what I want right now. I'm about to go away for two years and all he can think to do is lecture me. Love you too dad.

"But I didn't do it. I didn't know they were going to bail before I was on the curb and they were speeding away!" I pleaded. I didn't have anything to stay in L.A for but I didn't exactly think that two years of military school was going to be fun either.

"I'm sick of that same excuse Spencer. You need new friends and an attitude adjustment." he sighed. Then I knew I'd disappointed him.

"I know. It's just not that simple." I said, hanging my head because I didn't want to make eye contact with him. He had put so much faith in me to change but here I was.

"It is. Here's a new phone with a new number." he passed me a $10 flip phone. "I'm sick of you taking everything for granted. They are going to let you keep a phone there but on very strict grounds. And don't even think of trying to break out."

"Whatever dad." I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him.

"We are doing this because we love you."

The gruff voice of the officers telling her that they had arrived pulled her out of her thoughts.

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