Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Misfits, circa 2009, I'm not even British :(

Chapter 1: Meeting the ASBO Shitheads

Prudence was not impressed. Not with the ASBO around her ankle, a jumpsuit that was reminiscent of a NASA spacesuit, and the group of miscreants that she would be spending a large portion of time with indefinitely. She was only hoping that some of them would be nice. Maybe.

It looked like slim pickings to be completely honest.

It was rather hard not to be intimidated by the girls. Both of them were curvier than her, with at least a full cup size more in the bust. The first one she was a little afraid of. And no matter how many times her father had scolded her about books and covers and being nice, she couldn't help but judge the way this girl was trying to make her hairline recede prematurely by combing it back harshly into the slickest ponytail she had ever seen.

The second girl was even more intimidating, if that was possible. Prue had met many a girl like her though, pretty, and she was one hundred percent aware of it. Hundred and two maybe with the way she was meticulously applying her lip gloss. Either way, she was gorgeous; with mocha skin and bouncy curls that she fluffed every now and again.

Prudence was, by comparison, somewhat on the other end of the spectrum. Where they were both fairly short, she was tall, and where they had large curves to fill out a clingy dress, Prue had more what she liked to call subtle lines; breasts that were a B cup at most and bum that was about two sizes too small.

She gave herself one last look see in the mirror now that girl number two had finally vacated it and frowned at her appearance. Her blonde hair was getting very long and she could see the split ends starting to form at the bottom. The red streaks that were littered throughout clearly needed some TLC. She'd have to pop into Annie's and get them touched up at some point this week. She leaned in closer and pried the biggest of her earrings from her ears, the dangly ones with the bows and pocketed them, leaving the numerous other studs in place. She checked her nose ring, and then her eyebrow piercing, making sure they wouldn't be falling out on her. Prue wasn't sure what all they'd be doing for their community service, but she wasn't about to gain a hole in her face from having a piercing accidentally get yanked. She caught sight of her chipped black nail varnish and made a note to fix those as well.

Turning away she sighed and slammed the locker in front of her closed. The quicker she got through this day, the closer she was to getting all her hours done and over with.


Their new probation worker, Tony, as he introduced himself, lead them outside the community centre to a railing that overlooked the lake.

"Alright, can I have everyone line up along there?" He asked. Prue, ready for this day to evaporate into tomorrow already, quickly did was she was told, finding a place somewhere in the middle between a tall guy with curly hair and some guy with a snapback on his head who looked ready to burst at the slightest provocation. Scary girl from earlier, who come to think of it, was looking a little chav-ish now that Prue had a better look at her, trudged behind her and took a spot beside the lanky one with curly hair.

She leaned back on the railings and quickly surveyed the rest of the kids that were out here with her. There was the girls, both looking fairly relaxed if not a little annoyed. Most likely because of their shitty situation. What else was new. Then there was the guys. She nearly did a double take when she recognized one of them as Curtis Donovan from the papers. To be honest though, he was hard to miss. Standing the tallest out of all of them with dark skin and a highly athletic looking build, he stuck out a bit among them with the arms of his jumpsuit tied around his waist. Prue was wishing she had thought to wear it that way.

On the other end was another guy who looked very stiff. He was extremely pale and Prue was a little worried that he would burst into flames if the sun came out. He certainly looked the part of a vampire. Though perhaps more like one from the Twilight books that her newly 14 year old sister had been briefly obsessed with then Bram Stoker's Dracula. She took it back, this one looked scarier than the chav-ish girl. Who knows what the hell he did to land him here.

"This is it." Tony started. "This is your chance to do something positive. Give something back. You can help people." Great. He was gonna make a speech.

Prudence tried to listen to it all. She really did. But frankly she'd already heard something of the sort from her mum that morning. She didn't need a talking to about all the good they were about to supposedly do.

"There are people out there who think you're scum." Here we go. "You have an opportunity to show that they're wrong."

"Ya but what if they're right?" Came the voice from her left and she turned her head. It was the curly haired guy next to her. He was one of the few who wasn't leaning back on the railing and was kinda cute, if you were into tall, Irish, and lanky. Which, admittedly, was sorta her type. Big muscles had never really been her thing.

They were all sorta shocked by his comment though, as it was faintly insulting. He turned to the rest of them then. "No offence, but I'm thinkin' some people are just born criminals."

He wiggled his eyebrows at her before pointing over to the guy on her other side none too subtly and she couldn't help the smirk that crawled up her lips.

Guy with the cap sauntered past her on the rails to him and in what Prue's imagined was an attempt to be intimidating said, "You lookin' to get stabbed?"

"See my point there?" The curly haired guy threw back the probation worker and this time Prue let out a little snicker.

A phone then suddenly went off and everyone's heads whipped toward the pretty girl with the mocha skin, who then proceeded to answer it.

"Hey." Tony tried to continue with his speech despite the interruptions though.

"Doesn't matter what you done in the past-"

"Doing my community service."

"Hey-"

"Boring as fuck." Uh oh.

"Excuse me? Hello? I'm still talking here."

"I thought you'd finished." She said. Course you did, Prue thought.

"You see my lips still moving!? That means I'm still talking."

"Ya but you could have been yawning...or chewing." The lanky guy next to her piped up again. Prue giggled. If nothing else community service was going to be entertaining with this guy around. He had turned his head to her again when he heard her giggle and flashed her a cheeky grin that if she wasn't mistaken also had a bit of a lusty leer to it, not so subtly checking her out. Tony looked less than pleased at his sass though.

"End the call." He said to the girl, patience clearly wearing thin. "Hang up!"

"You all right there, weird kid?" Curly haired guy threw out, addressing the pale kid on the end. Tony's attempt to get them to try and think about bettering their lives was quickly descending into chaos. Prudence vaguely heard the girl finally hang up the phone before Curly turned around and made a kissy face at the high strung guy with the cap, who clearly wasn't having it.

"I'll rip out your throat and shit down your neck." Ew. Maybe she should switch places with someone.

"I shouldn't even be here." Curtis finally spoke up. Prudence eyed him for a second. She'd read the papers, he got caught dealing crack or something. Last she had checked, drug dealing was still illegal. He deserved to be here just as must as the rest of them, so Prue wasn't sure what the hell he was complaining about.

Guy with the cap was officially pissed off about the lanky kid with curly hair and had grabbed on to his jumpsuit in a threatening way. To Prue though the effect was sort of the opposite, because for one thing, Curly was about a half head taller and was feigning fear rather mockingly. All in all making for a fairly funny little show.

"Hey! Thats enough-"

"-move to a different group. This isn't going to work for me."

"Erm, wot makes ya think that yer better than os?" That made her head whip back to the chav-ish girl and stare at her is disbelief. Prue had always known that she had grown up a little better off that than the average kid, but nothing could make it more prominent that she was grossly different than the sheer contrast between her and the girl that had just spoken. Because there was no way that that was English.

"What is that accent!?" Prue finally spoke up.

"Is that for real?" Curtis added his 4 cents.

"Wot if yer tryin' to say something then ya." Prudence could hold back her rude comments anymore and kept going.

"Wha- that's….that's just noise." She said with incredulity.

"Are we supposed to be able to understand her?" Curly questioned, looking as gobsmacked as she was. The chav-ish girl clearly wasn't impressed with either of them and flipped them the bird.

"Do ya understand that?" She snapped.

Slightly offended, Prue muttered her next comment loud enough for her to hear. "Well at least she knows some basic sign language."

"Ya think coz you got some posh accent ya can insult me like that." The girl then shot at her.

"Well my "posh accent" certainly makes it easier for people to figure out what the hell I'm saying."

"Oi! She's right." Curly came up behind her and looked down at her with a teasing grin. "That's some fancy talking you're doing. Did you just come from tea with the Queen?"

"Excuse me?" She replied.

"Well it's just that your voice doesn't match your face." His grin got that lusty leer again. "Does that mean the rug doesn't match the drapes as well?"

Prue's mouth dropped open in shock. She gave him a hard smack across the chest and pushed him away from her.

"Ow! Hey, whatcha hitting me for?"

"Prick!"

Curly turned then and threw an arm around the guy with the cap, who already looked ready to blow a gasket. "I think she likes me."

Within seconds the kid with the snapback had launched himself at the guy with the curly hair and was trying to get a grip on him. Curly started to let out a bunch of half hearted yells in protest. Tony the probation worker quickly tried to break them by getting in the middle of them. Despite what the lanky guy had said to her earlier Prudence found herself laughing at the spectacle with the rest of the group.

"Do it man, do it!"

"-fucking pussy man-"

"-put 'em up-"

"-taking the piss-"

"ENOUGH." Tony shouted at them and finally pried them apart. Prudence was still laughing at Curly's overdramatic boxing stance. Like she had thought, he would certainly keep community service interesting. Even if he had questioned the authenticity of her status as a natural blonde.