Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious

Jade's POV

"This is where we will form up every morning at 0530. Are there any questions?" Lt. White said to a crowd of drowsy faces. "It's way too early for this shit." was the most likely thought going through the heads of the 90 cadets .=at Basic Correctional Officer Training. Yep. Basic Correctional Officer Training. Somehow, I ended up going from California to Georgia in a complicated move with my dad. I dropped all my dreams of being a director, writer, or something I feel like could bring me meaning to majoring in Criminology and ending up in the Georgia Department of Corrections. It's not the worst situation for me, but I never thought I would go from Hollywood Arts to Georgia. "Alright, class. We are about to head to chow. Here are some basic rules. Number 1, there is no talking in the chow hall. Number 2, when we stand in line, we stand with our hands behind our backs. Number 3, you will show respect to the staff that serves you your food. Are we clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." We all said in unison. The only benefit I can see to being trapped here for five weeks is that we are being fed. I pray to God that the food is edible. We walked in a single file from the gym to the chow hall where we were handed off to another officer. This guy was fucking huge. It was like I was looking at Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson. I heard a few girls mumble some things under their breaths. I assume it was highly sexual.

"Good morning." This soldier-looking man said.

"Good morning." We responded.

"I know we can do better than that. We are future officers, and we need to sound like it. Good Morning" The officer said in a deep voice.

We responded with a thunderous "Good morning."

"Good, that's what I like to hear." He gives each of us a warm smile. He has that special gleam in his eyes similar to looks your parents give you when they're proud of you. It was quite comforting to see. These officers are supposed to be mentors while we're here, and this Rock look-alike seems to have our best interest. "My name is Officer Billings," He starts, "And I'm about two important things when it comes to being a Correctional Officer. Structure and Discipline. Did your Lieutenant give you the rules of the chow hall?" He asks.

"Yes, sir," we responded, maintaining our thunderous tone.

"Good. The reason why is because, as officers, we are going to have to maintain a structure in our facilities, so they run smoothly. We should also expect discipline from the inmates. We won't always get it, but it's something we should command." Officer Billings explains, "Now, please, be orderly while getting your food and remember the rules."

"Yes, sir," We responded as we waited for our individual turns to get breakfast. When I got there, I had a banana, a sausage biscuit, and a Powerade. Not the perfect breakfast, but I needed some food. I ate in silence per the rules sitting across another cadet I will probably never see again. After I was done, I threw my trash away and started making my way back to the gym. On my way there, I noticed a girl walking with a water bottle in her hand. I don't know what came over me, but I wanted to have a little small talk with her. That isn't like me. I try to avoid people as much as possible. There are only five people who I ever let in, and even then they had to work for it. For some reason, this girl was just different.

"That breakfast was not that good." I casually said out loud.

"I didn't like the breakfast." An old man said who was walking behind us. I didn't even notice him back there.

"Well, I didn't eat." This mysterious girl said. I found it a little strange. It's nearly 6 in the morning, and we won't eat lunch until 12. Going that long without food doesn't seem like a good idea.

"Why didn't you eat?" I asked curiously.

"I fast in the mornings." The mysterious girl answers.

This is the first time I ever heard someone do it. One of my friends back home was Muslim, and I know fasting for religious reasons. This didn't sound religious at all. "What's your name?". I only asked because I don't want to refer to her as the girl who doesn't eat breakfast when we're here.

"Vega. What's yours?"

"West," I say as we enter the gym. We parted ways to sit in the sections closest to our formations. When I sat down, I instantly looked over to see where this Vega girl was sitting. I can't put my finger on it, but she has my undivided attention.

A/N: Well, here's chapter 1 of my new story. I haven't written in forever, so I feel like I'm taking a risk writing this. The first couple of chapters are going to be short for now until I finally get a proper feel on how to write this.