Literature
Young Justice Love Story
The room was dark. Really dark. I couldn't even see my nose through the gloom. My dirty scarlet hair, once soft and curly, fell across my eyes, the strands tangled due to four whole months spent in prison.
Why am I in here you ask? I'm only thirteen years old, so I suppose it is a valid question. Before I start my story, I should mention my roommate Ryan, who was put in here due to lack of vacant "accommodation," if you could call it that. We're in a Juvenile Centre, you see. Our parents were the best of friends - they all went to the same school together, and their close relationship carried on into their adult years. We were introduced to