Description
Your family didn't care what you did, allowing you to chose your own subjects, university, and future job. The only condition for this freedom was that you were the perfect child. The perfect grades. The perfect exam results. You had to be perfect, and there wasn't room for failure. In their eyes, you threw it all away when you were imprisoned for a murder you didn't commit, so they abandoned you. You spent eight hundred and twenty-two days with no visits from family or friends, but the guards kept asking. When fate granted you a chance to escape, you didn't think twice about taking it. You didn't think twice about travelling with an old friend who had actually committed murder. You were just glad that you had company. (this is a work of fiction. Ticci Toby belongs to his original creator. he is not real, nor am i saying that he is. the only thing i own is the plot and any OCs. please do not re-write my work.)
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