"This is it. This is your chance to do something positive. Give something back to society-" What a load of bullshit. The best thing for society, looking this bunch of asbo's, was to declare them mental and lock them away. Do not get me wrong, I deserve being locked away more than most of these idiots, but my actions where justified. Curly over there probably got done for something stupid like stealing a shopping trolley. "You have an opportunity to show them there wrong." The probation worker concluded what I believe he though was a 'inspirational' speech.

"Yeah but what if their right?" Curly spoke up, his thick Irish accent had a cocky and annoying ring to it. Great so this guy is going to be the arsehole of the group. "I think some of us where just born criminals."

He turned and pointedly looked at the guy who was wearing a baseball hat on his head and had his hands buried in his pockets.

"Are you looking to get stabbed?" The hat boy replied. I snickered at his accent, and he rounded on me. "What ya laughing at, like man wont bust you up. fat arsed Bimbo."

Its true, I was rather on the the Large side, something that id always been. Something that had always bothered me. Not because of what others think. But because of my own feelings towards it. My smile widened, "if 'man' tries to 'bust me up' I'll put an axe through his head."

"You see my point?" Cocky countered, looking my way and winking.

"It doesn't matter what happened in the past." He couldn't have been more wrong. Everything relates to the past. Whether it be an accident that leaves someone blind or a police record that stops you from getting future jobs. The past is like shackles. The darker it is, the heavier the chains

Before we knew it we were all painting benches at the lake my ideal thing to do on a Monday but it beats cleaning up dog shit.

I was painting my bench jointly with a boy I've came to know as Simon, he had dark combed hair and sky blue eyes. His stance was very awkward and he looked the most out of place, and that was coming from the book worm amongst the druggies, chavs and arseholes.

The rude boy in the cap suddenly jump from the spot where he was painting and stormed off saying something about his cap and kicking over my full tin of paint.

Wanker.

"Im guessing shop lifting? No?" Curly asked the 'chav'.

Her appearance and voice screamed 'hard as nails' but I could tell there was something more to this girl than meets the eye.

"Don't act like you know me, cos you don't." She retorted.

I zoned out and plugged in my earphones, iris by the goo goo dolls began playing in the back ground.i drifted off into a world entirely my own. "Helllllllo?" A mop of curly hair bobbed in front of my face.

"Yes?" I replied begrudgingly taking out my earphones.

"What did you get done for- you have rather marvelous eyes if you don't mind me saying sweet cheeks." He said changing subject when he noticed my eyes.

Now this caught me off guard. I was never really happy with my appearance. My natural dirty blonde hair and amber colored eyes never really stood out to me or anyone else for that matter. This cocky prick might just be nicer than I thought. "Yes you may but there's nothing special here, my names Nina."

"Nathan Young, my lady." He took my hand and kissed it, taking the piss.

I curtsied and fanned my self with my other hand. "Its a pleasure to meet you sir."

He smirked and turned to Kelly, "I like this one."

"Its probably because I own a sense of humour, unlike these boring twats." I laughed.

"You where one of those boring twats until a few minutes ago, what changed you maybe we could do the the same to panty sniffer and .."

"Say somethink offensive and I'll rip off you little-." But Nathan cut off Kelly before she could finish, Knowing what she was going to say.

"...my Very dear friend Kelly here." Nathan concluded.

"I wanted to know what the people here were like before I shown them my real self."

Nathan snorted," so what. You where analysing us?"

"Yes, cant be to careful when comes to meeting new people. Especially young offenders." I laughed, " what is up with this weather?"

"Its Painting benches. How do you screw that up? You tell me because I really don't know." The Probation worker asked in disbelief.

A load crash sounded from behind him.

"Holy shit" I muttered and started running, I'd always been scared of storms. I got to the community centre doors and began to pull at them. "Arrrrrrrrrrr." The probation worker came up behind me and pushed me away from the door and into Simon.

"Its locked" I screeched gripping onto Simon who looked just as terrified as everyone else.

"Open it!"

"Come on!"

"What's happening?"

"Open the door."

"I'm trying to find the key."

Everyone was panicking, me more than others. I've been terrified of storms since I was young (eight to be precise and lightning struck my tree house, while I was inside with my friend Joseph, sending it falling from the tree. My breaks where only minor but Joey has been in a coma since.

Simon let go of me to go and help Tony. I started panicking again and Nathan wrapped his arms around me instead.

"Open the fucking door," Alisha screamed at Tony.

"Dont talk to me like that!" The probation worker screamed back at her. I shut my eyes tight when we were all sent flying back by jolts of lightning shocking my body.I landed on he floor with a smack and began to sit up, much like the rest of the group.

"I feel really weird." Kelly stated reaching her hand to touch her head.

"That'll be the lightning"

"We should be dead."

"Great Simon, that makes me feel a whole load better." I said my voice thick with sarcasm.

"Nina your hair-" he was cut off by Nathan who began ranting at the Tony.

"A little reassurance might be nice, you know. 'Your all fine. Looking good."

I tuned everyone out and turned back to Simon. "What where you saying?"

"Your hair, its gone white at the front."

"WHAT?" I all but screeched.

I ran in through the door Tony had just opened and into the locker room, straight to the mirror next to Nathan locker. He was right. A large chunk of my hair had turned white "arghhh."

I turned from the mirror and slouched down it as if id been shot. My natural blonde hair was the one thing I prized my self on. Now I looked twice my age because half my hair was grey. The other asbos began to filter into the room looking just as shook up as me. I walked over to my locker and began to change back into my clothes, placing my jumpsuit back into my locker. I was now wearing skinny jeans converse and flannel t-shirt. I pulled my hair into a bun, grabbed my bag and sulked back out of the room.

"Heyyy sweet cheeks wait up." I heard Nathan call from behind me but in no way showed that I acknowledged him. He jogged up beside me and walked beside me out of the community centre. "Are you ok? You don't look to good."

"I'm fine, I just need some sleep." I replied no looking up from the pavement. Nathan slipped a note in my top pocket.

"Well if you need anything, a friend, a shoulder to cry on or just an extremely good shag. Call me." He winked and strutted of in the other direction.

I rolled my eyes at his retreating figure. Prick.

Once I got to my flat I shared with my sister, I collapsed on to our couch. She was currently visiting my mother and my mothers husband in Scotland. She'd be gone for two weeks. Before I could even contemplate making or eating food I was out like a light.

I woke up the next morning in an awkward position on the floor and in the same clothes.

"Oh great." I mumbled walking over to the bathroom, grabbing a towel and taking a hot shower before going to find a change of clothes. I decided on a pair of light blue jeans and a baggy green hoodie with my green converse. I put them on and made my way over to the dressing table and mirror in my room to apply my make up.

"Holy shit" I screamed toppling over on my chair.

I gather myself to together and took another look in the mirror. one of my eyes was red. RED. And no I don't mean bloodshot. The actual iris was red.'it must be a side affect from that stupid storm,'I thought. Looking towards my hair which had reduced to only a few strands of blonde over night.

I ignored the red eye and put on my usual mascara and added a pair of sunglasses. Today was going to be a long day. I looked at the clock and saw it was only seven , great two hours to kill before I had to be at the community centre. I decide to kill some time by listening to some music.

Shit, I've left my phone at the community centre.

Leaving early, I started my stroll to my community service in order to retrieve my phone.

When I got there I realised that it wouldn't be open because no body was there. I sighed in disbelief and began to look for a way in.

Round the side I noticed that there was window prompt slightly open with what appeared to be a pair of socks.

Bingo.

I pulled the window open and climbed through, not very easily may I add. It took me five minute to get my self through the window, whilst trying to hold it open so it didn't fall on me.

Smiling with triumph I began my walk to the locker room when I heard a loud noise which resembled a growl.

Freezing on the spot I did a 180ยบ turn and came face to face with the roof stairs and what appeared to be Nathan sleeping on them. The growls being his inhumane snores

I tip toed over and up the stairs. What was this kid up to? I knelt over him and poked him in the rib.

"No mum go away." He rolled over and turned away from me. I bit my lip to stop a giggle and poked him in his back this time.

"Nathannnnn."

He shot up from his slumber, his arms out like he was ready to fight. I rolled on the floor with laughter. My glasses falling off my face as i did. I calmed down and stared at him "why are you sleeping on the stairs in the community centre?"

"Why is you hair whit and your eye red?"

"The storm!"

"I'm a homeless bum whose mother loves her puss of a bo- man who lives with her more than her own beautiful flesh and blood."

"Yeah I know the feeling." I scoffed a sat on his make shift bed.

"Why are you here anyway?" He asked me, rather rudely.

"Not that its any of your business, Hobo, but I left my phone here." I replied.

"Oh, what time is it?"

"Its about 8am, so I suggest you get up." I smirked at him.

"Yes mam," he saluted, then a look of mischief crossed his face. "Or, we could kill some time together." He wiggled his eyebrow suggestively.

"Never in a million years would I sleep with a homeless slut, only God knows what diseases you carry." I said back to him, jokingly.

"Well I don't usually sleep with half albino bitches but I was willing to put a bag over your head." Smirked Cockily and jumped up from his hobo bed, swaggering down to the locker room.

I followed I suit, on. I made it to my locker that was to away from Nathan's. I found my phone quickly, and plugged in my eaphones. Nathan was ready about half an hour later, his bed hiding in his locker and we were currently climbing back out of the window. It was easier for me this time because Nathan held it open as I climbed through. Being the gentle man he was, he let me go first. But I think it was only because he wanted to stare at my bum.

" Today is going to be a long day," I groaned and wait for Nathan to climb out of the window.

"You have no idea sweet cheeks." He said back, wrapping his arm around my shoulder whilst lighting a cig.

We made our way over to the group and wait for the probation worker. Just another day in paradise