Can't Forget Boston She'd been captured on more than one occasion, sure. She'd also seen her fair share of cells. Some better than the last, but never really anything notable. So sitting in this old dirty cell with nothing but a tattered army cot, didn't really phase her.More Like This
But then again, it took a realy heavy experiance to phase Andrea Stones.
The 17 year old girl was anything but ordinary, and so these sorts of experiences were normal for her. She had light skin and care freckles that specked across her cheekbones. Her naturally brown hair was died a sort of dark blonde and her blue eyes were bright and aware of every little movement that went on near her cell. She stood at a little over five feet and weighed about a hundred pounds. She was small, but her attitude was not.
"Alright girly," a large burly man grumbled as he came into view of her cell. "The boss has decided to move you into a more secure location."
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