I wake up with a groan, opening my eyes to find familiar surroundings, stretching as I go. Ahh, juvenile detention centres, horror for the young criminals of the world. Then it hit me I was getting out today, my eighteenth birthday and I was getting out. I mean I still had a truck-load of community service, but hey I was kind of free. I climb out of the cardboard hard bed and slide on my blue jump suit. I apply my usual modification on it, making it somewhat better looking. I brush my straight brown hair and put it into a messy bun. As if on cue the door jingles as someone unlocks it.
"Right, scum. Grab your shit and meet me at reception," Johnny spits,
"Sir, yes, sir," I mock salute him with a cocky grin.
"Fuck up you prick," He growls, closing the door.
"Love you too, Jo Jo," I call after him. I pack up the small amount of shit I was allowed with me and rush to the reception area. I run into some of my mates heading towards breakfast.
"Later, babes," They chorus each giving me a 'tough' high five.
"To the cigarettes," I shout happily, causing nearly all of them to groan and say a few nasty words.
"I'll visit," I say as I walk away but then say under my breath, "Or not," To be perfectly honest I was only mates with them because I didn't want to be a loner or gang bashed/raped.
I wander up to reception with my usual cheeky smirk in place.
"Hola, wankers. Gonna wish me a happy birthday?" I ask the guys at the front.
"Watch yourself, kid," One of them warns and I grin cheekily at him.
"Oh, I wish I could. It is a good show isn't it?" I say slapping my lightly tanned bum (Not that you could see it). The guy, who was already naturally red, went even redder.
"Anyway, let's get this show on the road." I say rubbing my hands together.
"Change into these. Your Nan dropped them off," I nodded took them from his hands. God, I loved my Nan. A pair of ripped denim mini shorts, my favourite black and gold Stussy Jersey and my white low-cut converses. I trotted over to the gross toilets and slipped them on.
"Now you need to be at the Southmere Community Centre in two hours for your community service. You must attend or you'll go to prison. Real prison, not kid shit. Real prison," My parole officer stated once I was out. I simply nod and he lets me out the door. I feel in my pocket to see if Nan had slipped anything in. Sure enough she had. I was glad my Nan had found me a year ago. I was homeless at that point and she came and found me. Best two months of my life until I was sent to kiddie's prison.
I walk to the dairy and buy some cigarettes and some chips. I then walk to my Nan's. She's at work but I know where the key is. I open it up and walk into the flat, breathing in the musty smells. I missed smells. Back at the fun-killing house it just smelt like B.O and chemicals. I walk into my room to find just as I had left it. Smiling, I lightly apply my make-up and take my hair out of its bun. I go to the bathroom and do my business in well needed peace. I check my phone to see six-month's worth of texts piled up. I forget about the old ones and look at the new ones. What I see makes me want to scream. I put it in my pocket and place my earphones in. I look at the time and slowly saunter towards the Centre.