Most small towns are the same: intimate, quaint, friendly, and family oriented. My town is just like that but a little more intense. I live in Bentrock, a small town in the northeastern part of Montana, where everyone knows one another. It is utterly impossible to keep a secret for long with everyone being so close to each other. I hate it. Bentrock was a child's paradise back when I was a kid. I remember my friends and I spending hours outside running around and throwing rocks as far as we could. Nowadays, a kid's idea of a good time is causing trouble when there isn't a party to be found. This town is innocent and has been for as long as I can remember, but graduation is today; graduation means parties are going to be big. With parties brings teen drinking. I may be the sheriff, but tonight, I don't care. I'm telling the kids that I don't care if they drink, just as long as they don't drive. Like I said, this town is innocent; I don't need any deaths in Bentrock.
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