Once again, I don't own Artemis Fowl, but I do own my writing. BLAH! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

They took me to jail. I greeted some of my friends once they plopped me into the cell. Tacroy, Fishhook, Pal, and Madcap. They were all my age. And they were all homeless.
"What is it this time, Dusty?" asked Fishhook garishly.
"I punched a guy for callin' me a bad name," I replied.
"Concoction of the lowest pits of hell?" offered Tacroy.
"Bingo." I walked over to a hanging bench and sat down. Sometimes, it felt good to be in between four walls and a ceiling. Even if they were all painted grey.
Now that I was in jail, I had more privileges than what I did outside of it. Sometimes I'd punch a guy or steal something just to get behind bars. In here, you get TV with cable, food every day, and basketball. I wasn't much for sports, but sometimes it felt good to run. Between two hoops. And be limited by a painted rectangle. Hmm, maybe I won't play basketball next time.
Anyway, the seats weren't padded. It really hurt my heiney to sit on them, but they were chairs. Chairs in jail.
I whipped out a book from my back pocket, removed a rotten cherry from it, and opened it.
"Whatcha reading?" asked Madcap casually.
"Artemis Fowl: The Eternity Code," I replied just as nonchalantly.
Everyone started laughing except for Pal, who was mute. He smiled.
"Isn't that a kid's book?" asked Fishhook. I gave him my favorite finger.
"No, it's not a kid's book, Fishhook. It's a book that was written with kids on mind, and I like it, so if that doesn't appeal to you, then kindly go to hell."
Madcap chuckled. "Well, I was going to tell you something that would 'appeal' to you, but naw to that now."
"What were you going to tell me?"
"We're planning a breakout."
I sneered. "Great, I get in, and the first day, I'm already working for a solitary confinement. Jeez, do you guys ever take a rest and enjoy the luxuries of the rich people's tax money?"
"Maybe you've just been in here for a few minutes, but we've been in here for months. It's getting really old."
I thought about it. Maybe if I did leave, I could enjoy the tax money by stealing it.
Usually, when I went along with this kinda stuff, I ended up getting beaten again. But this time, I thought it was worth it. My mind started cooking up a plan. I evaluated it, and decided that it would work.
"Fine, I'll help."