Journal of a Juvenile

June 17th, 2016

Hi, my name is Callin. I found this journal stuffed in a cabinet at the police station I am currently running from. I was trying to be arrested because I was caught and found hacking into a government website. I am currently in Miami, Florida. I've always wanted to visit here, ever since I was young. But now's not the time for sightseeing. Now's the time to run from the cops, and get protection. An alone juvie is a dead juvie. I need to find shelter soon. I may not write back for a bit, but don't worry-blood isn't on the pages... yet.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I assume this is fiction, so I'll say it's very imaginative & startling, a bit of a cliff-hanger. The concept is great, but I found the writing itself to be a little bit unconvincing, in places . . . that is, not sounding like the journal of a juvenile. Some word choices & sentence structure is that of a well-practiced writer.

[tp340]

Strange to see a date that hasn't passed yet