8 weeks in jail
I got up quickly before the bell rang so I could get my hair in perfect shape, I have to keep my style. I yawned and stretched my arms, my back ached all the time from the nasty bed.
Ashton woke up shortly after me. His long legs hung off of the bed. I and he had a better connection now.
"Morning ice" he said to me.
"Morning matches" I said tiredly. Matches was his nickname, when he was 13 they accused his brother of murder, he took some matches and burned down the police station. I walked over to our small mirror and started to wet my face trying to wake up.
He walked over to me and grabbed his tooth brush and started to brush his teeth. I followed his lead and picked up my green toothbrush.
"So ice, I have a chance to see if I can leave again" he spit in the sink.
"That's nice" I said quietly. I spit into the sink and let the water run into my mouth to clear it out.
"I'm going to miss you" he said quietly
"Who says a son of a bitch like you will get out of here" I said laughing. "You did let me get this" I said. I pulled down my sleeve and showed the huge yin and yang sign on my back, one fire and one snow.
"And these" I said. I showed the three dots by my eye and the small snowflake I had on my ankle. They were all incredibly painful. I started to walk over to his bed and grabbed a pack of smokes he stole from a police officer.
"You mind if I bum one of these" I asked. He nodded and handed me a match he had.
I took the match and ran it against the hard concrete wall, lit. I held the fire in my fingers and lit the smoke. I didn't enjoy the fact that I smoke, I don't think it's attractive, but it relaxes me, makes me feel free.
"You know I'm thinking about quitting" he said
"Ha, that will be the day" I said I walked over to the bars of the cage and grabbed the clipboard hanging on the side.
"Haircuts?" I asked
"I was wondering when that was going to happen" he said. "I am going to get what you have it'll make me look sophisticated!"
"You sophisticated, you know what that means right."
"Hey, I don't have a high school education… or any education" he started to laugh "hey, you should get a Mohawk" he said
"No"
"How about if we do a bet" I looked up at him and smiled.
"Sure but I am the ice ninja, I can beat you at ANYTHING"
"Arm wrestling" I laughed sarcastically
"Bring it on!" we sat at the table and positioned our arms and put our arms on the table. "Ready go" I started strong and overpowered him.
All of a sudden I felt him step on my foot. "Ow what the hell" he quickly pulled his arm over and landed my hand on the table.
"I win, I win… you have to get a Mohawk"
"But you cheated"
"No rules saying I can't" I sighed before the bar doors opened.
At the hair cutters
"Ok sit on the chair" she instructed. I sat down on the spinning chair, she put on the neck protector.
"What do you want" she asked. I looked back at Ashton who was smiling at me.
"A Mohawk" I muttered.
"A Mohawk are you sure?" she asked
"Yes" I said sadly. She shrugged and grabbed a mechanical razor. She wetted my hair, brushed it, all that jazz. Finally she brought out the razor. I shut my eyes as she shaved away my hair on both sides.
"All done" I opened my eyes and felt the two bald spots. My eyes widened when I looked in the mirror, it didn't look to bad.
"It will take forever to grow back" I said quietly. I jumped out of the chair and walked over to the door where the police were waiting to escort us to the court yard.
I looked back and saw Ashton with the same haircut he's had walking over to us.
"You look… I guess not that bad, not as good as me but, still good." I wrapped my arm around him as we walked out of the door. They led us to the court where I usually go and talk with my new friends, Ashton, Brice, and Daniella, the girl that lives across from me.
"Zane, what did you do to your hair" she started to laugh uncontrollably.
"Go to hell, I lost a bet" I sat down next to her and put my chin in my hands.
"Zane you're so cute" she said rubbing my head.
"Thanks for your sympathy" couple guards came up to us and requested to see Ashton. It was time.
"Good luck Ashton" Daniella screamed at him while waving. He looked back at me, I smiled and waved.
Ok there is the chappie, sooooooo ya
Zane has a tattoo of a yin and yang, a small snowflake, and the three dots to show off his gang life. I'm sorry that he smokes, that's what my sister did, makes since feeling trapped like an animal, be thankful he's not committing suicide… yet. Sorry I've been watching Higurashi lots of gore and deaths… I am in a killing mood!
