THE ONLY THING I OWN IS A SEVERE OBSESSION OF BUTCH WALKER, try reading, I hope you'll like it! My first, on my own, fanfic! Sorry it's short!

A teen with green hair walked down a tiled hall way, with wary children watching his steps. Gar Logan, or better known as a "hooligan", was being taken to Camp Cardinal, which was code for the children wing at California State Hospital.

The boy ran his nimble fingers through his self-done hair, which matched the green spray paint on his pants. He flashed dirty teeth at his school mates, who watched with deer eyes.

"Get in," a gruff voice told him.

"Hmmm, doesn't look like my limo," he said being a smart-ass.

"I said: Get in!"

Gar sat down, and placed his headphones around his ears.

You can't always get what you want, you can't always get what you want. Do do do doooo! But you get what you need!

"That is so true, Stones, my brothers, you are true poets."

"That I agree with," the driver said. "At least you have a good taste in music, though they'll never stop touring until they die. Mick Jagger is on his way there."

(A/N: That's the ROLLING Stones for you "hip-hoppers" out there.)

Gar smiled, he could get any adult to like him, just with the click of his Iriver. He had everything from AC/DC to the Allman Brothers, to Weird Al Yankovic, he enjoyed specific songs, but knew some by name so he wouldn't sound like a poser.

"Up the stairs and to the right," the man said. "They are expecting you, and watching you."

Gar went up there in a heart beat, he had heard from his friend Dick that hot girls were always in institutes, even if they were messed up, he didn't care, he hadn't gotten a decent snog session for several months, he had already gone through the female population at Sacramento High, and several dropouts. No kids, that he knew of, hadn't heard of Garfield Logan, he had always been referred to as Gar, no one dared tried to have his same name, or make fun of it, he was a bad boy, and the joints, fags, and scars on his arms could prove that.

"Raven?"

"Yes?"

"You can get up now," a soft voice called.

Raven Roth sat up, her roommate still sleeping.

"Jenni"

"Oh what now?"

"Someone new is here."

"Ho-never mind," the girl said. "Is he cute?"

"Very, but you've got Stone," the purple haired girl giggled.

"How do you know about Vic?"

The girl held up a black book.

"You whore!"

"Get up girls, time for breakfast." An ugly nurse called through the intercom. "We have a newbie today."

"Oh you're right, he is cute!"

"Stop saying that, if you went with every guy you thought was cute, you'd have way more children then you do now."

"Oh shut up, I can't help it if the condemn broke!" Jenni Johnson said. Jenni wasn't ashamed to be pregnant, she just didn't like how people looked at her. She had been legally married when she had intercourse with Victor, but according to her mother, 16 wasn't an age to married at. She argued in other cultures girls were grandmothers at her age. But instead, of grandchildren, she got Camp Cardinal.

"I'd run after you if this wasn't in my way. Never get pregnant, it hurts! OWWW, shit the kid just kicked me!" Jenni started talking to the lump of fat that was soon to be a child. "You be glad I won't kick you!" She giggled.

She'll make a great mother. Raven thought, or she'll be abusive like yours, maybe she'll actually kick the little baby! Stop it! I don't want to talk to you. Of course you can! My mother never abused me! NEVER! She was worried. You're best friend, hmmmph, she'll abuse the child!

"C'mon girl!"

Raven and Jenni sat down, their breakfast on their trays. Jenni had a slightly different breakfast then Raven, it had mostly turkey on it. Jenni had always liked turkey, but craved it now. If she didn't get it watch out.

"There's the newbie!" Raven squealed, very giddy.

"Not that hot, but eh, I've got a colored man, mmmm in all the right places too."

"Oh, so little Seth or Tatiana has a black daddy?"

"MMMM! Dark as milk chocolate, I'll show you a picture of him. OH look he's coming over!"