Ahh yes… Curly Gammelthorpe…. The delightfully mad member of our little group. Truthfully I have always wanted to write a story from his point of view, so after completing this chapter in the third person I decided to change it all to first person :D. So all "Misadventures" will be in first person all thanks to our friend Curly. Give him a round of applause everybody ^_^

Chapter 4

The Misadventures of Thaddeus "Curly" Gammelthorpe, Esq.

Four weeks, three days, ten hours, eleven minutes and fifty-nine seconds… that's how long I have been in this pseudo-prison. They all think I've lost count, but I'll show them before it's all over oh yes indeed, I WILL show them.

"Gammelthorpe, food and mail delivery," I heard that fat slob of a guard say as the tray slipped under the flap at the bottom of my cell door. I grabbed the plate containing mashed potatoes and bread and slammed it against the wall, searching for the key. The key, the key, great escapes always have a key hidden in the food.

"No key, no matter," I say. Maybe a key isn't all that important, what else do we have here. Mail! Yes of course the mail how could I have been so silly, that is where the key to my escape lies. Letter from mother, notice of release in two weeks, letter from the class… nothing useful at all.

"Dammit!" I swear loudly in my little cell, the sound echoing of the barren walls and plush, rather comfortable, bed. "What could I be missing," I wonder. There is a key, a key to victory, always a key always a key, a key to escape.

"Gammelthorpe, shower tonight?" the guard said as he passed back by my prison.

"Yes of course sir," is my reply, I see this as my chance. This will be my key, my precious key to escape. He lets me out and hands me a towel, shampoo and soap and we being our walk. I see others who long for escape, who long for a key of their own, boys who were victims, like me, victims of the cruel and oppressive system. Sent to this hellish prison they call "The Juvenile Hall" the place where dreams die and hopes are crushed into little tiny pieces.

Why was I sent here? A little mix up is all. I tried to tell them I was only doing what any human being would do for his fellow inhabitants of this Earth. Animals in cages for people to point at and laugh, much like this place I'm in now. I was their liberation, their key. Blood… blood and fire…. brimstone… fire fire, fire from the tongues of liars. People got in the way, what did they expect a charging rhino to do, change course? Or the scared lion who wants only desperately to return to his home, lashing out at those he finds to be unfamiliar. I was blamed, I was in the wrong, I was charged, I pled innocent, I was framed, and I was convicted. Six weeks in this place was my sentence, four weeks, three days, ten hours, thirty minutes and twenty seconds had passed so far.

The showers, no one here, the guard shows me in and closes the door behind me. I'm no fool. If there is one thing Curly Gammelthorpe isn't, it's a fool. I know he's there, right outside the door waiting for me to claim I'm finished. No one here, I could use a shower, cleanliness is important for an escape.

I strip down, folding my clothes neatly and placing them on the bench out away from the shower. I see my naked form in the mirrors, clearly malnourished from my time spent here. They may say it's only my imagination, but just by looking I can tell I am now 8.34 ounces lighter than I should be. I move towards the mirror, and examine myself closer. Five foot six, black bowl cut hairstyle, red rimmed glasses… I still look like me at least, the time in the dark, the cold, the comfort…. No… what comfort...? shut up Curly…

I move towards the shower and turn on the water, hot all the way, cold all the way. Perfect mixture of water with the perfect force, I adjust the shower head and begin. Wash all essentials: hair, underarms, face, and groin. Continue on to arms, legs, and feet. Turn of water, grab towel, and begin drying.

Once I am finished drying I see myself in the mirror again, clean and refreshed and nude. I notice something odd, for me at least, which may of course mean it is "normal" for others. An erection, something minor, something trivial, and something to be dealt with at a later time when hormonal imbalances weren't being monitored. I dress, the offending body part subsides back to its normal resting state, and I go to the door.

"Finished," I say as I knock. The fat oaf opens the door and begins leading me back towards my cell. Key… a key… a key… my brain twitches as I think of what my key will be. The cell key's rest against the guard's waist too close for me to grab without being noticed. Time is almost up, what can I do. Something… I have to do something.

I trip on my towel, falling face first onto the floor. The guard, his face full of fake concern turns and begins to help me up, my chance. I grab not the key that belongs to my cell door, but the universal key, and skillfully loop it off the key ring in the blink of an eye. I know it well after staring at it for so many hours. It goes into my pocket quick as a flash as I am now fully upright thanks to my friend the guard… no… no…. the fat oaf… Shut Up Curly!

He closes me into my cell, the door locks into place automatically. The guard leaves, the lights go out, the keys are hung in the office without a count. I have twenty minutes until the night guard arrives, but I do not have to worry, I have my key…

"HAAAAHAAAhahahahahahaHAAAAAA AAAA"

So yeah imagine all of this in third person, and that's what I translated into this. So tell me, how do you readers feel about first person for the "Misadventures"? Let me know in your reviews! Also please please please Read Rate Review and Recommend to your friends! I enjoy this but I want as many readers as I can get ^_^ So thanks ya'll and we'll continue with Arnold, Helga, Phoebe and Gerald next time!