She gasped for air, her ragged breaths coming in short waves, clenching her stomach as she tried to breath, leaning against the large concrete pole under the bridge. She could still hear the fading sirens as they zoomed off in the opposite direction in search of the juvenile delinquent.

The teenage girl slid down to the ground, leaning her back up against the cold pole, looking down at the beautiful engraved, diamond necklace she clutched in her other hand. "My god" the girl whispered. "I bet this'll bring in some money to last us a while at the pawn shop. Hmmm, 50...maybe-"

"Freeze!" A gruff voice stopped her in mid sentence, his gun pointed at the pillar, knowing she was on the other side. "Now I want you to step out nice and slowly, hands in the air." He ordered, his southern drawl making the girl laugh softly, having run into him before.

"Shit" She whispered finally, shoving the necklace into her pocket before pushing her self up, slowly walking around the pole, raising her hands in the air. She looked at the officer, her eyes wide as she stared down the barrel of the gun. "N-Now officer, you wouldn't sh-shoot a lady would you?" She asked, very good at looking like an innocent little girl when she wanted to.

"Well, now you see, if you pushed me to it…" He began to drone on and on about nothing as far as the teenager was concerned.

She rolled her eyes, putting her arms down and sprinting down the highway, leaving the cop to continue talking to himself.

She headed up the trash covered slope, about to reach the metal fence when a loud BOOM was heard and she let out a scream, clutching her arm as she stopped running, the force of the bullet sending her tumbling back down the slope to the officer's feet, her eyes clamped shut as she drifted in and out of consciousness……

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Her eyes cracked open, for a moment everything a blur off color, but as her eyes adjusted, the objects around her came into focus.

She lay in her room, her arm in a sling, throbbing angrily ever so often.

The court trial was over. She was sentenced to go to Camp Green Lake. A BOYS correction facility.

Why me? Her thoughts groaned. I'm a girl for gods sakes! A girl! She heaved a heavy sigh. She knew why. She just didn't want to admit it.

The judge straightened the glasses on the end of her nose, looking over the papers in her hands slowly and silently, muttering something to the bailiff before stetting the papers down, pushing her glasses back up her nose again and looking at the teenager with a groan.

The girl had slid down her chair again, her legs stretched out before her, her arms shoved in the front pocket of her 5 sizes too large sweatshirt pocket.

Her hair was tied back with a dirty black bandana, several strands of unruly brown hair escaping and falling around her delicate face.

Her jeans were tight, light blue, and extremely dirty, just like her white sweatshirt and beat up black VANS she had shop lifted form a Mervyns a few months before.

"Miss Miller, would you please rise." The judge ordered, staring at the motionless girl, realizing her eyes were closed and she was asleep. "Miss Miller!" Her tone held and edge of annoyance.

Her older brother who sat behind her, the only other one in the courtroom, flicked the back of her head.

She jerked up, wincing as her bandaged arm gave an unexpected jab of pain. "What now? Can't you see I was sleeping?" She hissed angrily, glancing up at the judge.

The bailiff let out an angry growl, glaring at the girl, though he said nothing. "Miss Miller, please rise." The judge repeated, clasping her hands together, her knuckles white.

Slowly the girl stood, crossing her arms.

"Now Miss Miller, I've looked over the evidence and the testimonies and there's really nothing that WON'T convince me now that you're NOT guilty." She said bluntly.

"No! Shit! I didn't do it! Damn woman can't probably even read right!" She growled angrily, sliding back down into her chair slowly.

The judge tipped her glasses to the end of her nose. "Well Miss Miller, since you certainly don't mind acting like a boy in MY court room, then I'm sure you wouldn't mind spending 14 months at Camp Green Lake, a BOYS correctional facility. I believe that would do better for you then any jail around here would." She said bluntly, keeping her voice calm.

The girl leapt back up to her feet. "You can't be serious!" She screeched.

"14 months, Camp Green Lake." The judge declared, smacking her gavel against the hard grain of the desk. "Court shall…15 months…if we see fit to…"

The teenager sank back into her chair, tuning out most of what else the judge said, the woman's words drifting in and out of her head as she took in everything that just happened. The rest of what the judge decreed was nothing but a blur of sound to the girl's ears as tears began to stream down her cheeks, not even turning around to look at her brother, knowing he too was in tears.

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Well, sorry, but that's all I got for now, this is my first fan fiction that I've written on my own so please tell me what you think! Thanks, chapter two will be up soon!