Was the last chapter a shocker for you all? Good. I meant it to be that way.

So I just found out that I need to get my wisdom teeth taken out. All of them. I needed them taken out five minutes ago. And I agree because they hurt. But I'm stuck with them until schools over…..so yeah, hooray for me. Life. And they have to put me under for some undisclosed reason. Anybody knows what's that like?

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Dear Diary,

My guidance counselor thought it would be a good idea for me to keep a diary while I'm in here. I'm not one of those types of girls that would keep a diary. I don't have anything against them; they're just not for me. But I think I'll do it while I'm in here. No harm in that…Just don't plan for me to continue to write in this dumb thing after I'm out.

…Have you ever go the feeling that what you're doing is being controlled by someone that you can't see? Not quite like God, but someone who just wants you to go through something just because. I feel like that. It's like I'm doing it, but I'm being forced to do it but I don't know that I'm being forced to do it.

Weird.

Guess that's all I have to say today.

~*~V~*~

"Oh my God, you're still alive!"

The weekend couldn't come fast enough for Spinelli and Francis. After the incident on Wednesday, they made sure not to make eye contact with TJ out of pure fear. The whole ordeal only took place for twenty minutes, and they figured that if he exploded that much in that small amount of time then they should avoid setting him of again. Once the weekend rolled around they looked forward to seeing someone outside of Duval. Reaching the visiting room and walking over to her friends, Spinelli was immediately tackled and pulled into a hug by Gretchen, Vince, Gus, and Mikey, all of which were taller than she was.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm still alive," Spinelli said after breaking free of her friend's hugs. "I'm just as surprised as you all are…."

"So c'mon tell us!" Gretchen said after they all sat down at one of the tables. "What happened?"

"I gotta ahold of his journal," She said. "That was an accident though. I tried to look through it to see what he was going to do to us…."

"And what'd you find out?" Vince asked her.

"Nothing," Spinelli sighed, disappointed. "Absolutely nothing. I don't' even think her was going to do anything after reading it, but now me and Francis are on top of his hit-list. You guys should've seen him! I thought he was about to explode! He choked me—"

"He choked you?" The other four asked in unison, shocked.

"For about ten seconds," Spinelli said, waving or them to calm down. "I was okay. I didn't black out or anything, but he only stopped to punch Francis down to the floor. Then he dragged me by the arm to his room and threw me one his bed. I thought he was gonna rape me—"

"He raped you?"

"I said I thought he was going to rape me," She said. "He took off his shirt, but he didn't do it. I was scared enough though. I think he didn't do it because I was crying. Don't any of you tell anyone I was crying in here!"

"….I think anyone would cry after going through that," Gus, said breaking the silence that fell over them. "We know you have your pride and everything, but let's be honest. Your life could be in danger."

"Thanks for the motivational speech, Gus," Spinelli said, resting her hand his her hand. "Just what I needed. I know he's after me; he told me he was going to do something. Soon. He didn't tell me what and I didn't get a clue from reading the damned thing so it was useless. Francis almost shits his pants every time TJ looks at us. The guy's tough at school, but Francis looks like pansy compared to him—and he is staring so hard at us right now….." Interrupting herself, Spinelli looked across the room away from her friends. The other looked to where her attention was stolen to see the person they dreaded to see sending daggers of hate through their skulls.

~*~TJ's POV~*~

Mm. So that's what they look like now. Can't say I'm surprised. They're exactly what I expected them to look. It's amazing what you can tell about someone by the clothes they wear.

Gretchen's still a smart-ass geek. She looks like she might be one of those cool geeks now, though; the kind you could approach. Dark blue jeans, black converse shoes, and neon blue shirt with the 'blue screen of death' message on it. Classic geek. She even has on those a pair of 'nerd' glasses.

And Vince is still a jock. He always was one, really. Looks like he's on the basketball team at least. Number 22. He's been hitting the gym too. I can still slam him into the ground and leave in imprint of his face in the ground. He got rid of that stupid hair cut from elementary school, too.

Mikey's not a fatass anymore. Whoop-dee-damn-doo.

I'm actually proud of Gus. He's not a scrawny punk anymore. Looks more like his dad now. Saw that coming. Still has the glasses though, same hair cut too. Is that a ROTC uniform? I think it is. Bet he's planning on going into the army, or at least thinking about it.

God I hate them all.

Let me stop staring at them. They look scared shitless. Heh.

"I'm sorry. I didn't hear a word you just said, sir," I said turning back to face Prickly. "What'd you say?"

"I asked where did your scar go?" Prickly asked me. "I thought you said it wouldn't go away."

"It hasn't gone anywhere," I said. "It's just covered with make-up. A friend of mine showed me how to do it. She dyed my hair, too. That's why I look so normal. Girls and their make-up, huh? Before you ask, a pipe in the girls dorm needs to be fixed but that means digging under the building so they're staying with us. For now. And it wouldn't even be so bad if someone wasn't here. Guess what? You know Spinelli? One of the girls I used to be friends with back at Third Street? She's here for a month. So I have that to deal with."

"Did she talk to you?"

"Oh, yeah. She said that she didn't want any trouble and that we should just ignore each other," I said. "And that would've been fine if she didn't read my journal. I was so pissed that she did that, so I told her I was going to do something. But between me and you, sir, I don't think I'll do anything. Just scare her and raddle nerves a little."

~*~End TJ's POV~*~

"…He looks pissed," Said Vince as they all turned away.

"I know," Spinelli mumbled. "And this is him on a good day. Imagine being in the same area as him day in and day out."

"…..is that Principal Prickly?" Gus asked. "What's he doing visiting TJ?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Spinelli said, bored. "Can we change the subject, please? What did I miss at school?"

"Nothing much. The Ashley's are going around bragging about how Ashley A. managed to get you sent here," Said Gretchen. "But no one is listening to them, as always."

"You're kinda lucky though, Spin. We got a nine page report to write in English," Said Vince. "At least you don't have to do it in here."

"Oh yes I do!" Spinelli snapped. "First day of school in here, the teacher gives me the work sent over from the High School. Even behind bars they make you do homework! It's not just in English; they have it math, history, all that stuff! I was hoping to get a break, but no. You can't escape homework. The only good thing about this is that there's nothing to do here and I'm sort of forced to do it. A month of this…..I'm not gonna make it."

"You're gonna make it, Spinelli," Mikey encouraged. "Just stay out of trouble and don't make eye contact with TJ."

"Trust me, I'm not," She said. "So do any of you have any idea where my parents are?"

"Your mom told to tell you that they couldn't make it this weekend because of a family emergency," Gretchen told her. "She said to call her cellphone tonight around 8 if you can, but that they'll definitely come next weekend."

"At least they have an excuse."

The bell rang overhead, signaling the end of visiting time. After saying goodbye to her friends, Spinelli got in line with the rest of the inmates to head back into the dorms

~*~V~*~

Journal,

Slow week. As far as suicides, I mean.

It's still Suicide Season, but for the last two weeks, no one was killed themselves. As far as I know any way. They could've done it in private. For the first time ever.

I wonder how Spinelli and Francis would react if someone killed themselves and they saw it. They'd probably shit their pants. Or cry. I'm used to it, so it's not that big of deal anymore. That's a good question though. How would they react? I wanna know. But it's not like I'm gonna go up to someone and make them kill themselves just so I can see how it would turn out. I'm not that mean.

Yeah I choked a bitch and convinced her that I was about to rape her, but I'm not that mean.

Alex just called me a hypocrite.

Anyways, for now I should stop focusing on little Ms. Ashley and pay attention to Francis. He might try to sneak in product and sell it. That's my game, and that little asshole isn't going to cash in on it. No fucking way.

~*~V~*~

"I have good news for the first time in months!" Specs declared as he came out of his room and approached the table where the others were.

"And what would that be," TJ asked, not looking up from the book he was reading.

"I made heroin! Good heroin too," Said Specs. "Exceptionally so. We are back in business. Just one more thing. You all have to try it."

"As always," mumbled Bandit. "'Kay so when can we get it?"

"Tonight, right before lockdown," He said. "You inject it with a needle, like before."

"Tonight's gonna be a good night," TJ said absentmindedly. "We're all gonna get high and see GOD. Can't wait." Drip. Feeling something drop on his head, TJ looked up to see where it could have come from. Seeing no source, he shrugged it off and when back to reading his book as everyone else talked amongst themselves. Seconds later, he felt another drop and another on his head. Soon it was pouring down on him. Getting out of his seat, TJ made sure to keep his book wet and saw that water wasn't just raining down on him, but in other areas around the dorms. Everyone was either gathered on top of the stairs or underneath them.

~*~V~*~

"This place is shoddier than it looks," Francis said as he and Spinelli looked at the pouring water from under the stairs. "It looked top notch when we drove in."

"The roof is leaking. Not that big of a deal, Francis," Spinelli said, blackly. "Roofs leak sometimes. Doesn't your roof leak sometimes when there's a really bad storm?"

"Okay, I see your point. But still," Said Francis. "It's leaking. Where are we gonna sleep? We can't sleep out here. There's water everywhere. Yeah there's a drain in the middle of the floor, but it's still raining inside…"

"You're so negative….."

"Sorry I'm not full of sunshine, rainbows, unicorns, and boxing gloves Spin. I'll try harder to be next time when our lives aren't in danger. Just to see a smile on your face."

"Don't get all mushy on me, now," Spinelli said, lightly punching him in the arm. "Now's not the time."

"LISTEN UP!" The two of them looked for the source of the booming voice and found it came from a guard on top of the stairs they were under. "As you can all see, the roof is leaking. It's raining heavily outside. Unfortunately for tonight, all of you will have to squeeze into the rooms. Once the rain stops, the roof can get repaired and we can get up the cots out here again. If we're lucky, the rain will only last for two days. Lockdown is in an hour, so I suggest that you all find a room to stay in."

Immediately, inmates ran past them and into their rooms, slamming them shut as soon as there were up to four people inside.

"…what just happened?" Spinelli asked. "Did we just get locked out of every room?"

"Well….not every room," Francis said sadly as he pointed to the left. She looked towards where he was pointing and saw TJ and his friends standing near their own rooms. His friends left and entered a single room while he stood outside of his own room looking at them before heading inside.

"You're kidding, right?" Spinelli asked in disbelief. "I mean you have to be joking. You are not suggesting that we share a room with him."

"I'm not suggesting it," He said. "I'm saying that we don't have a choice. C'mon, we'll look out for each other. There's two of us and only one of him. Even though he loosened three of my permanent teeth and manhandled you, but we should be able to handle him if he tries anything."

"You say if as if he's not going to. Let's go, Hustler Kid," She said, walking away from him and towards the person he currently feared most. "We've all gotta die sometime. If I die, I want a witness."

Francis followed the braver inmate, thought slowly, to the only available room left. They hesitated to get any closer and thought about the possibly of finding somewhere, anywhere else to stay than where they were headed, but the locked doors around them told them that that was not possible. Sighing, they admitted defeat and continued on their way.

"Hey," Francis said, grabbing Spinelli's art just before they turned into the room. "I think you should let me go in first. Like you said before, he's probably not as mad as me so he wouldn't attack if he sees me first, right?"

"…..Right," Said Spinelli as she pulled her arm away. "Go ahead." As Francis took his last few steps towards the room, he managed to gather what remaining courage he had left in him to keeping himself from running away like a the little girl he felt he was. Turning into the room, Francis kept his voice calm when he spoke.

"We need to stay here tonight," Francis said confidently. "So we are and we don't care what you have t-to say a-about it…" His courage faltered when TJ turned from the window he was looking out of to face him. The courage and confidence that he had managed to find poured out of him like the rain pouring down from the ceiling, and the only thing keeping him from running for the hills was the shock froze him where he stood.

"One of you get the spare bed," TJ told him dryly. He sat on his own bed and pulled a book off the shelf. "The other gotta sleep on the floor. I don't care which, just leave me alone."

"….See didn't threaten us, Spinelli" Francis said with a nervous smile. "You had nothing to worry about."

"Don't even," Spinelli said moving past him into the room. "I'm getting the bed."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! How come you get the bed? I did all the hard work here to get us into this room!" He protested.

"Haven't you ever heard of ladies first?" Spinelli joked. "You should be a gentleman and look out for my well-being."

"Since when do you want to be treated like a lady? If someone even calls you a lady you treat them like one. Not in a good way either."

"Stop whining. It's only for one or two nights. Besides, we both can't squeeze into this bed and don't even think about suggesting that we do!"

"It's only for one or two nights," Francis mocked. "I know we both can't fit in it. But I don't like the idea of sleeping on the floor…how about we sleep head to toe? That way you don't have to worry about me groping you or something horrible like that."

"….alright. Head to toe. Only because I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing you're on the floor."

"It's extremely difficult to read when people in the room are talking about useless bullshit no one cares about," TJ said turning a page of his book. "Be quiet." Francis and Spinelli looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. Their attention was drawn back to TJ when he was filling a thin needle with some clear fluid in a small bottle. Their eye widened in shock when he stuck the needle in his arm and injected it.

"Dude, what are you doing?" Francis asked him.

"I'm huntin' wabbits!" TJ said as he laid back down in his bed. "Fuck it looks like I'm doing? You're in here for dealing drugs; this isn't a question you should be asking me. Be quiet and do something useful like go to sleep."

"C'mon Francis, let's go to sleep," Spinelli said, claiming one side of the bed as her own. "It's getting late anyways."

"Yeah." The two of the struggled to get enough space in the bed for the both of them to be comfortable, but found a way for the both of them to lie down and go to sleep.

….I'm considering writing an Arthur/Recess crossover one day. Maybe. This comes after watching episodes of Arthur for a week straight. I might just be crazy for even suggesting such a thing. Just ignore this.

Donna Nnov: I almost had him rape her. Almost. I was debating it in my head but decided not to because…..well, just because. But the fact that he was SO close to doing it is bad enough.

RandallXSpinelli: You might. ;D I'm kind of fond of that pairing. Just a little bit, so there might be some 'aaaawwwwww' moments carefully placed here and there. As for the ending of the story, I don't know if I want it to be sad or not. I do, but I don't. but the ending is a long ways away.

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