Board Thread:Roleplay Center!/@comment-28494541-20161006013522/@comment-31605619-20161006022615

(quiietly changes glen's age to thirteen)

Glen sat in the rickety-looking truck silently, biting her lip. She glared down at the handcuffs as if they would shrivel away under her angry gaze. She was pribably minutes away from death, and all she could feel was anger. She hated it. The short girl looked up at the girl across from her, who had tears streaking down her face. She sighed, continued to bite her lip, and looked back down at her lap. She refused to cry.