My POV:
As I was crying, I heard someone knocking at my door.
"C-c-come i-i-in." I said as I was crying on a powdered substance.
The door then opened and I saw Henry. Charlotte went home.
"H-Henry, what are you doing here?" I asked as I was now rocking myself back and forth.
"Cheyenne, I was wondering if you was okay." Henry told me.
"I'm fine." I told Henry.
"No, you're not and…what is this powdery substance that's on your face?" Henry told me as he now touched the powder.
"I…uh…ate a whole bag of white powdered doughnuts and there was a lot of powder left over." I told Henry.
"I don't think this isn't the powder from the doughnuts. It doesn't even have a sweet scent to it." Henry told me.
"What is it, Henry?" I asked Henry as he was examining the powder.
After a while…
"I think I may know what this is!" Henry says, now about to get mad.
"What is it, Henry?" I asked.
"It's crack! Cheyenne, why is it on your bed?" Henry asked me, concerned.
"I don't know, Henry, I guess someone laid it on my bed and the bag must've been opened and it must've poured out of the bag." I told Henry.
Then, Henry touched my face and he saw a rash of blisters on my left cheek.
"You know crack is an illegal drug here in Swellview? You know you could get at least ten years in prison, right, Cheyenne?" Henry asked me.
"Right." I said, now getting worried.
"But, who would be using that crack in your family, Cheyenne? You could get token away and you would never get to see Ray again." Henry asked me.
I then took a deep breath.
"My mom." I told Henry.
Then, Henry left.
Right after Henry left, I then looked at myself in the mirror. I hope my dad, Ray, can get me out of here. I said to myself as I was now laying on my bed.