As each second passed, I couldn't help but wonder how did this all happen? How could I let it go this far? As I stared at the blank white wall of my jail cell I recalled the events that led up to my arrest.

…

As I walked through the door to my house I was instantly bombarded by the sound of my parents fighting.

"I lost my job just a few hours ago and now you're telling me that you spent our emergency money on new furniture! How could you be so stupid?" my dad yelled.

"Well, how was I supposed to know that the day I finally treat us to nice things is the day that you get fired?" my mom countered.

I walked passed them and went straight to my room. When I walked in, I saw my little brother Stevie and my little sister Stacey lying on my bed with the pillows over their ears. As soon as they saw me enter my room, they jumped out of my bed and ran over to hug me.

"Sammy, mommy and daddy won't stop yelling," Stacey said.

I couldn't believe they were fighting with Stevie and Stacey in the house.

"I'm sorry, Stacey. I wish I could make them stop," I said as I walked my siblings back to my bed.

They both latched onto me and didn't let go until we heard the front door slam. A few seconds later, my mom poked her head into my room.

"I'm sorry that you had to hear that," she said.

I stood up from my bed and motioned for Stacey and Stevie to stay. I walked to the living room with my mom before I said anything.

"I can't believe that you did that while Stacey and Stevie were in the next room!" I yelled. "This can't keep on happening, mom."

My mother just stared at me unbelievingly before she stormed off to her room. I sighed before walking back towards my room. When I opened the door to my room, Stevie and Stacey had placed my pillows back on their ears.

"Please, no more fighting," Stevie pleaded.

"It's okay, Stevie. There will be no more fighting for today," I replied as I grabbed Stevie and Stacey and hugged them tight.

My parents aren't horrible parents. It's only when they fight that they forget that there are other people around. Poor Stevie and Stacey are too young to just leave the house when that happens. I try to be around as much as I can but with school and work, I'm almost never home. The best I can hope for is that my parents stop fighting in the house or whenever Stevie and Stacey are around. At least just until Stevie and Stacey are old enough to leave the house on their own.

The ringing of my cell phone broke me from my thoughts. I glanced and the caller ID and saw that it was Puck.

"Hey, Puck."

"Evans, Finn and I are planning a surprise party for Kurt for his birthday. We need your help," Puck said.

"I don't know. My schedule is pretty busy," I replied.

"Come on, dude. It's for Kurt. You can make room for him," Puck said not even trying to hide his laughter.

"That's not really funny," I said.

"Whatever. I'll text you the details later. Puckerman out."

As I hung up the phone I began racking my brain to see if it was possible for me to have free time. I looked over to Stacey and Stevie who had relaxed on my bed and turned on the TV. Stacey glanced over at me and smiled. I returned the smile before she went back to the show they were watching. The rustling noise coming from the kitchen meant that my mom was making dinner.

Puck was a jerk for making a joke like that. He promised he wouldn't tell anybody about my crush on Kurt, but Puck isn't the most reliable person. Ever since he found out, all he has been doing is making jokes and hinting at it. Other people don't get it but he better cut it out.

"Dinner time!" my mom shouted.

…

"Dinner time!" the guard shouted.

The bars to my cell opened and I walked to the edge of the small room. I glanced at the other teenagers on my floor. We all committed minor crimes. The guy on the end stole a few dogs from a pet store. The girl to my left defaced private property. The guards herded us down to the dining hall like cattle. They served the same thing every day; some kind of gross meat with mashed potatoes and peas. If we went a week without a fight breaking out, we got rewarded with French bread. We haven't had French bread in weeks.

I usually keep to myself. I just want to serve my time and then go back home. I go unnoticed most days. There is one guy who took it upon himself to include me in everything he does. Other than the occasional fights, he's a good guy. At least I have a place to sit when we eat. I only talk to him when I have to. His cell is three down from mine. One time when I talked to him because I wanted to, I asked him why he was in here. He wouldn't tell me and warned me not to ask him again. I never did.

I only trust him because his name is Steve and that reminds me of my little brother Stevie. Thinking about Stevie and Stacey make it harder to be here, but it makes the days pass easily thinking about them. In a few months I will be able to see their smiling faces again. I hope my parents aren't fighting too much.

Only I would be worrying about other people's safety while I'm in juvenile hall. I hate letting everyone down. All my family and friends, especially Kurt. His surprise party is next week and I'm not going to be there. I was planning on this special surprise for him. The warden won't let me out with a guard to go to Kurt's party.

"What's wrong, Samuel?" Steve insisted on calling me by my "proper" name.

"Nothing, I'm just disappointed," I replied.

"Why are you disappointed?" he asked.

"Because this guy I like, I mean my friend, he is having a surprise birthday party next week and I can't be there," I answered.

"Does this friend know you like him?"

"No, I was going to tell him at his party but now I can't," said.

"Well, we are going to have to fix that, aren't we?" Steve said.

I looked up at him and wondered what he was planning.

"We can't break out. There is tight security. Plus, we might be sent to real jail," I said hurriedly before Steve could form a plan.

"Nobody would even notice you being gone. You're always quiet. I doubt anybody even knows we received a new kid when you came," he replied.

I just sighed, knowing that I wasn't going to win this argument.

"Fine, how are we going to break out?"