AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hello everyone! I decided to make Austin's POV because I wanted you to get to know Austin and plus, I wrote five chapters from Ally's perspective. Ally is the protagonist of the story, but Austin also plays a big role in her life because he is her new neighbor. On a completely unrelated note, I've just started my new internship and I'm already having an awesome time! I want to go into the healthcare field when I'm out of high school, and so I'm doing a healthcare internship for the next five weeks. EEP I'm so excited! Don't worry, I won't be too busy, I'll still be updating as frequently as I can.

Also, I feel like I kind of have to reiterate the talk I gave you all about reviews. That one person just insulted me. As they say in the old times,

"If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all."

I don't care if you cuss in your reviews, as I'm not offended by cursing, and I utter profanity in much of my stories (if that bothers you, you don't have to read it) so if I was telling you not to curse even though I curse, that would be hypocrisy, and nobody likes a hypocrite. but I am offended by rude comments. Because what you say can actually hurt someone, even if you can't see it. I have to repeat, if you don't have anything nice to say (Constructive criticism doesn't apply to this), don't say anything at all. Because just one little spiteful comment can spread like a bad case of chickenpox.

OK, I'll shut up now and get on with the chapter.

AUSTIN:

I had work today (My hours were from nine to four thirty, Monday through Friday). I liked my job as a juvenile corrections officer. I mean, I wasn't like SpongeBob when he went to work at the Krusty Krab, but it was still a good job. I discovered my passion was criminal justice because my dad was a lawyer and he had been for over twenty-five years and a few of my favorite TV shows were NCIS, Law & Order Special Victims Unit, and CSI. Not to toot my own horn, but my family was kind of wealthy.

Obviously, my dad was a lawyer and my mom was a dermatologist.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: In this story, Mike and Mimi have separate careers instead of owning a mattress store. Don't get me wrong, I loved the concept of them having a mattress store, but I like to experiment with them having other careers a little bit)

My brother Randy was in the Marine Corp because he had always been like the GI Joe kind of guy. Every year for christmas, he'd ask for like toy soldiers or anything related to the army, and after graduating from high school ten years ago, he wanted to join the army. As for my sister Cadence, she loved art, she loved to make and watch videos on YouTube, and she told me she wanted to be an animator when she grew up. In my mind, I was thinking about Ally Dawson- my new neighbor. I saw nothing but admiration and perfection in her.

She was very nice, very smart, candid, warm, friendly and she seemed to be as strong as a rock in spite of all the shit she was going through right now- she had two jobs (one of them with a deplorable salary and kids who treated her like a doormat but in spite of that, she liked her job as an english teacher), her dad checked out of the hospital after having a heart attack and her financial state was pretty bad. Not that I cared about this any more than who she was as a person, I wasn't a shallow, misogynistic douchebag, but she was also really beautiful. One of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I hadn't had a girlfriend in the past five years- my last girlfriend was this girl named Brooke Carter.

But I broke up with her after nine months because she earned money by working as a prostitute and selling marijuana, cocaine and heroin. Of course at the time, I didn't know she was a streetwalker, I just wondered why she dressed provocatively and often came home with lots of money. Also, she went to a mental asylum for being addicted to drugs and alcohol, and when she got out, she was really passive-aggressive, delusional and psychotic, and a person who worked at the funny farm she checked into told me that she wasn't emotionally stable and that I should get a restraining order. Which I did. I had been on a few dates with girls, but I had just thought about staying just friends with them.

I had definitely enjoyed the single life, but now I knew I wanted a relationship with Ally. But I needed to know more about her before I was in a relationship with her. But I didn't want to be like those creepy stalkers. I just would give her hints that I wanted a relationship with her- gifts like scented candles, flowers, jewelry, wine, etcetera. I got to work, parked my car in the parking lot and walked into the juvie center.

The head of the Miami-Dade Juvenile Services Department, Doug Galloway, saw me.

"Hey, Austin."

"Hey, Doug, what's up?"

"Just thought it would be pertinent for you to know that we have a new inmate today. Her name is Callie Armstrong, she's sixteen, and she's in for stealing and cutting school to drink."

"That's not good. I should tell the inmates to meet in 104."

I said over the PA,

"All inmates to room 104, we have a new inmate today."

I was standing outside 104, where a girl was standing. She had melancholy look on her face and a brown shoulder long haircut, she had glassy brown eyes and she was very lanky, and she looked about five foot six.

"Hi, you must be Callie. I'm Austin Moon, I'm your probation officer."

She just looked at me, and muttered,

"Hi, I'm Callie. What's my punishment?"

I said,

"Callie, this may be juvie, but we try to help teens like you make better choices. Now come sit down in the circle and meet your fellow inmates."

Whenever we got a new inmate, we had to have the group reintroduce themselves. Counting Callie, we now had twelve inmates. The twelve kids, six girls (with Callie), and six boys. I said,

"This is Callie, she's new to our group. I want you all to say your name, age, why you're here and a brief summary of your back story. Callie, why don't you start, since you're new?"

She sighed.

"OK, whatever. I'm Callie Armstrong, I'm fifteen, I'm here for drinking, cutting school and stealing. Why I'm doing these are because my dad took his life when I was seven, and my mom's boyfriend is an asshole to me behind her back. Plus my mom doesn't care about me, it feels like."

I said,

"Thanks for sharing. Which way do you want to pass it?"

She pointed to the left and she pointed to an african american boy named Jamie Russell.

"My name is Jamie Russell, I'm seventeen, I'm here for gangs, drugs, drinking and armed robbery. My backstory is that my mom was killed in a car accident when I was four and my dad was arrested for drunk driving. I've been in a lot of foster homes."

Then there was a latina girl named Gabriela (she went by Gaby) Valdez.

"My name is Gaby Valdez, I'm seventeen, I'm here for prostitution, drinking, drugs and stealing. I was bullied a lot during my childhood and I had little friends, my papi left me when I was five and my mami doesn't pay that much attention to me- just her boyfriend, and he raped me."

Then there was an african american girl named Brenda Whitman.

"My name is Brenda Whitman, I'm sixteen, I'm in for defacing property, armed robbery, gangs, drugs and streetwalking. My mom has schizophrenia and bipolar depression, she's in a mental institution because she tried to commit suicide, and my dad is in jail for arson and using heroin."

Then there was a white boy named Nate Jacobs.

"My name is Nate Jacobs, I'm eighteen, I'm in for gangs and using cocaine. I was bullied as a kid and my dad cheated on my mom with a high school girl."

There was a white girl named Samantha (she went by "Sammi") Levine.

"I'm Sammi Levine, I'm sixteen, I'm in for sexting and prostitution. What can I say, I have a hot ass!"

I said,

"Thanks, Sammi. That'll do."

There was a white boy named Johnny Paxton.

"I'm Johnny Paxton, I'm seventeen, I'm in for catfishing, bullying, drinking and cutting school. I was bullied by my peers, my dad was an asshole who treated my mom like shit, and my mom has depression and is in the hospital because she tried to kill herself."

There was filipina girl named Maria De Leon.

"I'm Maria De Leon, I'm eighteen, I'm in for stealing, sexting, drinking and smoking weed. I was raped four times as a kid by my dad and I was bullied as a kid, too. It fucking sucks gonorrhea dicks."

There was a latino guy named Enrique Suarez (Hey, like Betty's surname on Ugly Betty).

"I'm Enrique Suarez, I'm eighteen, I'm in for gangs, drugs, drinking and defacing property. My dad was a dickhead to my mom and to me, my mom hanged herself, I've been in six foster homes in the past ten years, and I had sex with my foster sister a few months ago."

There was a white boy named Josh McCarthy.

"I'm Josh McCarthy, I'm sixteen, I'm in for smoking pot, armed robbery, bullying, rape and gang violence. I was bullied and molested as a kid."

There was a white girl named Tammy Spelling.

"I'm Tammy Spelling, I'm sixteen, I'm in for prostitution and drugs, my dad committed suicide when I was four, my mom is an alcoholic and a drug addict and she's in jail, and I've been in ten foster homes since I was five."

There was a white boy named Mikey Thompson.

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yes, Mikey from Bad Seeds & Bad Dates. The kid who called Ally a fart bucket? He was more like Satan's child than Joanna's child.)

"I'm Mikey, I'm sixteen, I'm in for drugs, drinking, graffiti, stalking and sexual harassment. My dad left me when I was a baby and my mom's boyfriend is a pedophile and he raped me."

I said,

"OK, everyone, thank you for sharing. Now put on your orange vests and go to the freeway to pick up garbage."

Everyone lined up, one by one, and put on an orange vest. Gaby was at the back line and a bright smile spread on her face.

"Someone cut his hair. Me gusta."

"Thanks, Gaby."

She unzipped her layer, revealing her tank top, with her D-cup cleavage, and made kissing noises at me.

"Makes you look muy sexy. Why don't we hook up later?"

I was aware of Gaby's crush on me. I didn't think it was appropriate at all. I said,

"Gaby, isn't prostitution one of the things that got you in here? Now put your vest on."

The latina begrudgingly put her vest on and followed the other kids outside to pick up garbage.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Wow, Austin works with lots of troubled kids. But like he said, juvie is there to help kids, not just punish them for what they've done wrong. Don't be afraid to leave reviews, favorite or follow the story! Peace, love, hugs and kisses!