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A little girl in Texas
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Kaytee-17 PM
This story started out as an essay for school, and is now becoming my life story. Warning this story contains the use of: Misadventures, Nudity, Slander, Violence, Sexual misconduct, adult language, and moderate drug consumption.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,792 - Reviews: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 03-15-13 - Published: 12-06-12 - id: 3080675
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I separated the Manchacca experiences into 3 parts, mainly there are only 3 really major, scandals that are interesting.

This was a small little area in down town Austin, made up of mostly mobile homes and trailers.

The neighborhood was, bad, really bad.

It wasn't long after a I moved there that I ended up getting involved in a lot of scandals.

Most were unknown to my parents, and my current friends.

These are some of the more...bigger scandals.

Just a few months after I moved to Manchacca, I got involved with two groups of teens.

Their names I'm not going to reveal for safety reasons.

I was hired for a "delivery job".

I was to wake up at 3:30 am every morning and pick up a small red bag from one group and take it to the other before anyone noticed me.

Then I was to collect the money and a green bag, from the other.

Then I was to deliver the money and green bag to the first group, and take money collected from that group to the other group.

One night though, as I attempted to sneak out the back window of my trailer, as I did every night, I dropped the red bag by accident, and out of it spilled some kind of white powder.

"What is that?" I thought and being 7 1/5 I did ask any kid would, I stuck my finger into the powder and tasted it.

I quickly spat it out, the powder tasted really sour, like the stuff that covers those sour patch kids candies, except it had a bitter after taste.

I don't know what it was, but I have a pretty damn good Idea.

After that I quit being their "Delivery girl", and as punishment, they cut my arm with a blade and warned that if I told anyone, that the next cut I got, would be a lot worse

So for that reason, I never told my parents, and I was scared I would get in trouble.

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