#Chapter 123: Not Just Girls

Hannah The sleek gray facade of the youth center stood stark against the bright blue sky, its barred windows almost looking like big, empty eyes staring at nothing. I shuddered as I looked up at it. “Is this really what our local youth center looks like?” I murmured, glancing over at Sophia, the head counselor from my eating disorder awareness group—and my partner in the campaign. “I had no idea.” Sophia grimaced as she looked up at the cold, uninviting building, and gave me a terse nod. “Unfortunately, yes. I’ve been trying to direct parents away from sending their kids here for years… It’s not a friendly place.” I pressed my lips into a thin line and began striding up the stone steps. I would have to mention this to Noah; this place needed an upgrade. Greenery, murals, anything to make it look more like a place for rehabilitation for minors and less like a prison. Honestly, the fact that I hadn’t ever noticed this place before now made me sick to my sto