Orange. Out of all the colours under the fucking rainbow it had to be orange. I hated the color orange for multiple reasons, one reason is that it's a fucking horrible color. Secondly, because it hurt my eyes. Thirdly, because it clashed with my hair, deep red and orange? Not a good mix. Fourthly, because I hate oranges, haven't had a single orange since the day I had a glass of orange juice and ended up chundering that night and all that came out was orange juice. Fifthly was because it was a bright color that assaulted my eyes. Wait, did I say that already?

Growling I slipped off my clothes and reluctantly pulled up the jumpsuit, slipping my arm in between the sleeve holes. As I zipped it up I turned to the mirror to see a girl checking herself out in the mirror. She had caramel colored skin and uncontrollable curly hair, pouty, gloss stained lips and a body that pretty much any girl or guy would die for. Basically she was beautiful. The zip to her jumpsuit was low enough to give the world a good view of her tits and around the waist where it was supposed to be baggy was tightened by a black belt. I looked at me in comparison, even with a belt around my waist I still looked nowhere as good as she. And having my zip that low would just be pathetic with my b-size. I didn't particular care anyway. I placed in my earrings, the right ear had just a golden cross and so did the left ear but attatched to the golden cross on the left was a chain that went up to the top of my ear where there was a golden hoop placed around there as well, it wasn't pierced at the top though so I could take it off whenever I pleased.

As I rolled my sleeves up I caught a glimpse of the other girl who was tightening her ponytail. I winced slightly, surely that was going to give her some type of brain hemeradge. The only way to describe her really was your typical, every day chav. Losing interest in slut and chav rapidly I slipped on my black, leather Doc Martins, fixed my messy bun and left to go outside. 200 hours of picking up litter and helping old people cross the road, this is going to be eventful.

The probation worker truly did chat some spectacular bollocks, I wondered how many times he had repeated those lines and to how many people. Did he spend time repeating them to his reflection in the mirror before he left to go here? I hoped he didn't have any expectations because it really didn't look like he was going to get anywhere with these lot. I leaned against the railing behind me with one foot resting on it as well and picked at my sparkly nail varnish as the probation worker continued to inform us about how community service was going to really help out or some crap like that, I tried to resist a yawn. 'There are some people out there who think you are scum, this is your chance to prove to them that you are not.'

'Yes, but what if they're right?' Quipped up a pronounced Irish accent. I turned my head to see a boy with dark, brown, curly hair. He placed a hand on another guy's shoulder who had this stupid cap on his head, 'I mean no offence, but I'm thinking that some people are just born criminals.' He said gesturing toward wannabe oh so subtly. Oh fucking great, here we go.

'You looking to get stabbed?' Snapped back the wannabe.

'You see my point there?!' Ireland retorted to the probation worker who raised his eyebrow and sighed exasperated. Then the phone rang and slut answered it, 'Hey.'

'It doesn't matter what you've done in the past-' the probation worker made an attempt to continue but slut was still chatting over the phone, 'Hey! Excuse me! I'm still talking.'

'What?' She retorted, 'I thought you finished.'

'Do you see my lips still moving?' He asked rhetorically, 'That means I'm still talking.'

'Yeah but you could be laughing or chewing.' Said Ireland.

'Or you know having some type of spasm with your mouth, that's quite common at your age. More people then you realize get them in their late 50's don't worry.' I piped in seeing my opportunity. Ireland gave me an approving grin. I know the guy probably didn't deserve it but I didn't deserve to be here so if everyone else was going to be a prat then I might as well join in and make these 200 hours as entertaining as possible.

'No that's my probation worker.' Slut clued-up the person on the other end of the receiver, 'Yeah, right dick.' She snickered, I turned my attention to the probation worker, I could see him putting pressure on the back of his molars as he clenched his jaw in frustration.

'Don't be disgusting.' She continued saying to the other receiver.

'I'm 42.' He seethed to me before turning back to slut, 'End the call! Hang up!' The probation worker demanded. Reluctantly she said something to her friend before hanging up and stuffing the phone back into her pocket, giving him a filthy look. Meanwhile Ireland nicknamed this guy weird kid, I glanced over to he was aiming the name at and it was rather fitting, before blowing a kiss at Wannabe who threatened to shit down his neck. I crooked my necks specifically just to give Wannabe a look of disgust.

'I shouldn't even be here.' Usain, or who now that I gave him another glance turned out to be Curtin Donnovan, complained.

'Join the fucking club.' I responded as I folded my arms and smiled sarcastically.

'Look we need to work as a team here!' The probation worker attempted again before snapping his attention over to Ireland and gangster who looked like as if they were about to get into a rather entertaining fight. 'Hey! Cut it out!' He was now in between them blocking Wannabe from punching Ireland in that arrogant face of his, of course Ireland just continued to mock him furthermore.

'Can I move to a different group?' Usain interjected, 'This ain't going to work for me.'

'Er, wot make ya fink dat you're better than os?' Demanded a voice that could only belong to one voice here, chav.

'What type of accent is that?' Ireland turned his attention away from ganster long enough to ask.

'It that for real?' Asked Usain.

'Er, if ya tryin' to say somfink then ya.' She replied, pissed.

'That's just a noise.' Ireland said, 'Are we supposed to understand her?' He asked no one in particular dramatically, fuck sake. They were all already annoying me.

'Do ya understand that?' She demanded giving him the finger, I held back a snicker but went for a smirk instead.

Ireland placed an arm over gangsters shoulder and grinned, 'I think she likes me.'

Eventually the Probation worker gave up and just sent us off to do our hours by handing us a paintbrush and a tin of paint each. He instructed us to paint the benches, this wasn't actually too bad for. I always found painting fun, even if it was painting white one a park bench. I took a bench with Ireland and Chav, who introduced themselves Nathan and Kelly, me and her on the back and him on the front.

We were there for about the space of 5 minutes and I was trying my best to not get paint on my docs when gangster or formally known as Gary stood up and spat, 'Ah man there's paint on my cap! This is bullshit!' before kicking a tin of paint and pissing off somewhere. I just rolled my eyes.

Nathan stood up and looked at Kelly, 'So I'm guessing shoplifting?'

'Don't act like ya know me cos ya don't.'

'I'm just making conversation.' Nathan replied to the three of us, 'This is our chance to network with young offenders! We should be swapping tips, brain storming! Come on, what did you do?'

Kelly seemed a bit hesitant at first but then sighed, 'This girl called me a slag so I got into a fight.' She declared but didn't make eye contact with him and focused her gaze on the bench.

'Was this on The Jeremy Kyle Show?' He asked, I couldn't tell if whether or not he was taking the piss.

'No, it was Argos.' She replied.

'Oh Argos,' Nathan ehoed, 'You know what you should've done? You should've gotten one of those little pen and jabbed her in the eye!' He said, demonstrating the action on thin air. He then turned his attention to me, 'What about you? Did you get into a fight too? It would explain as to why your hair is like that.' He gestured towards my hair with his paintbrush, flicking some paint in the process. Luckily I managed to dodge it in time.

'Oh funny, I hadn't heard that one before.' I said sarcastically, 'My hairs like this cos I dyed it you prick.'

'Why would you dye your hair the same colour as your period?' He asked, earning a few laughs from the group. I just followed Kelly's lead from earlier and gave him the finger, prick.

Nathan then decided to turn his attention to his next victim, Simon. Or weird boy as Nathan not christened him. 'What about you weird kid? Don't take this the wrong way or anything but you look like a pantysniffer.' He decided as he mimed himself sniffing a pair of knickers.

'How is he not supposed to take that the wrong way you twat?' I bit. Nathan turned to me quickly and gave me a funny look before turning back to Simon. Now that I looked at him again, Simon seemed familiar.

'I'm not a pantysniffer!' Simon bit quietly that we had to strain our ears to hear him, 'I'm not a pervert!'

This was when Nathan started making some weird grunting noises, bring his paintbrush down to his crotch and making it looked like he was wanking off whilst slowly edging closer to Simon and making odd grunting noises. I suspected that he was doing it to scare an answer out of him which unfortunately worked because Simon raised his voice to a slightly higher volume and declared, 'I tried to burn someone's house down.' Well, I wasn't expecting that.

'Fuuu-' Nathan exclaimed stopping mid 'wank' as his voice reached a high pitch, I could barely hear the last to letters of the word.

'Wot about you?' Kelly asked, 'Wot did you do?'

'Me?' Nathan replied, 'I was done for nickin' some pic 'n' mix.'

'Bullshit.' I sang earning me a small snicker from Kelly, Alysha and Curtis.

'Ya that bollocks!' She declared.

Nathan opened his mouth but he was interrupted by a loud rumbling sound coming from the sky, I looked up to see the sky flicker with light as the clouds turned a foul grey colour. That's when Tony decided to make it his cue to enter.

'How did this happen?' He demanded pointing at the massive splatter of paint now embedded onto the ground, 'You've been here painting benches, how can you possibly screw up? You tell me, I 'aven't got a clue.' All of a sudden that massive rumbling noise arrived again but along with a massive chunk of white solid ice I think that fell out the sky landing on a car.

'That's my car!' We all gaped at the car not sure whether or not we should be horrified or amused.

'Classic!' Nathan laughed, that's when another boulder landed by Kelly and I, multiple of miniature hailstones shattering beside us.

'Shit!' I muttered looking back up at the sky.

'Okay, so i'm a little bit freaked out now!' Nathan announced.

'What is that?!' Alysha shrieked, I followed her gaze over to the massive black cloud swarming above us.

'I'm no expert but I think that means we're fucked!' I declared. Right then another massive chunk landed beside Simon, figures.

'Okay! Everyone inside now!' He yelled, 'Move!' He shouted once again, I glanced over at Simon who was fucking videoing it. Grabbing his arm I pulled him with me.

'Move you idiot!' By now massive hailstones were falling from all over the sky, shattering into the ground. We all screamed as we ran, pieces of shattered hailstone shattering around us and water from the lake splashing on us as gigantic pieces of ice landed in them. The adrenalin from fear was coursing through me as I ran.

We arrived at the door, all panting and gasping for air as we waited impatiently for Tony to open the fucking door.

'Come one!' Nathan shouted as Tony stumbled through the keys.

''What is happening?! What is happening?!' Shrieked Alysha.

'I don't know!' I cried hovering my arms over me as a lame attempt to protect myself from the gigantic pieces of hail hurtling towards us.

'Open the door!' We all shouted in unison.

'Come on!' Nathan repeated once again.

'Hurry the fuck up.' Alysha demanded, panic evident in her voice.

'Don't speak to me like that.' Tony snapped and turned around to glare at her. I rolled my eyes, there was something wrong with this guy. All of our lives were in total danger all because of him and he thought he had the right to pick Alysha up on her language. That's when it happened. One minute I was bitching about our dick of a probation worker, the next I was flying through the air. Something was coursing through my body. It burned. It hurt. It was excruciating. Screams met my ears, they weren't mine though. I wanted to scream out in pain but as soon it was there it was gone and I was lying on the floor trying to make sense of what just happened.

Lightning. I was hit by lightning. I was just fucking struck by lightning. I raised my eyes towards the sky, nothing more was falling from it. We all struggled into some seating position.

'I feel really weird.' Kelly said.

'Same'. I uttered, clasping my hand onto my head.

'That'll be the lightning.' Curtis bit.

'We should be dead.' Simon uttered.

'Always nice to have some optimism.' I muttered sarcastically, directing it towards Simon.

Nathan turned to Tony, 'A little reassurance would be nice! "You look fine" even "You look good" would be nice!'

Tony twitched, as if he was spasming. 'Wanker!'

'Did he just call me a wanker?' Nathan demanded looking shocked.

'Wouldn't be wrong there.' I muttered under my breath so no one could hear me.

'We could've died you dick!' Shouted Alysha.

'Are you okay?' Tony asked going back to himself, I just eyed him suspiciously.

'Are you awrigh'? You actin' like a freak?' Kelly asked.

'Maybe we should call it a day.' He said.

'Yeah, good idea.' Curtis said as we all struggled to our feet.

When we got back to our lockers I got changed out of the jumpsuit and slipped on my pale blue, boyfriend jeans and a jumper. Kelly turned around to Alysha and said, 'Whatcha' say bout me?!'

'I didn't say anything!' Alysha retorted back. I scrunched up my nose at Kelly, what was her problem? Jesus christ, she really was doing a good job of sealing the deal with the label chav.

'An' you! 'Ave you got a problem too?' Kelly demanded turning to me.

'I didn't say anything! Jesus!' I snapped stomping out and heading to the hallway where the boys were waiting.

'What are you waiting for?' I asked, pulling out my ipod and getting it ready.

'The probation worker.' Nathan replied.

I just rolled my eyes and stuck my earphones in as I walked out the building, I was hardly going to wait for him. It looked like the rest followed suit as I caught them all walking out the door from the corner of my eye.

I stuck the key into the door, struggling to push it open but I succeeded in the end. Looking inside, it was the same familiar scene. Empty beer cans, an ashtray that I really needed to clean out, white walls, a carpet that had like 3 different rugs on it just to cover up all the stains the last person left, a sofa and a TV. I really needed to invest in a cleaning lady, or a new flat.