(Unedited so sorry in advance. I know how annoying typos and spelling/grammar errors are when it comes to reading so feel free to tell me to re-read this and make edits. Also, please review and tell me what you did or/and didn't like about this chapter. Feel free to give me any ideas you may have for this book- I may or may not use them. It depends because I already have a plan. Also, I know this story is moving slow, but I didn't want to get right into the whole Zammie stuff because, well, that just doesn't happen in the real world.)

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None of us spoke. Our eyes could only find themselves stuck on Solomon and the girl. I'm pretty sure I heard a kid with pretty severe diarrhea take a dump from room 44C at Northwest wing because of how quiet it was. Then again, Floyd and his dysentery problems could be heard in Australia.

"Hello, boys."

We all muttered a 'hello, Sir' to Solomon. A simple greeting. You'd think it'd be all over and done with and we could finish getting lectured. Joe would take this new female back to where ever she came from and be on his way.

You'd think.

Well you thought wrong. Why? Well there's a simple explanation: Common sense has officially fled from Grant's mind.

Really. It did. I was praying, pleading to God, that there was still hope for him sometime in the near (most likely far) future. That he'd come to his senses and walk this planet with at least one extra brain cell. That wish was thrown down Mount Vesuvius the moment Moron #1 opened his mouth.

"Damn, you're adorable."

Here's why what he said and did was rule number one on the Scroll of Do's and Don'ts While Staying Resident in Any Detention Center Across the USofA:

When you speak out of turn and without being addressed by a Sergeant, you basically fucked yourself over to Too Young To Die's wish list. Simple as that. We're in the middle of a pretty serious lecture with two of the worst Sergeants in this Institute and he didn't even use his last words to say hot or even smokin'. The imbecile just up and said adorable. The last guy that decided to say something out of turn almost died of cardiac arrest thanks to his over excessive workout-slash-punishment.

Sergeant Moore and Mr. O, along with everyone else, looked at Grant with a very necessary dumbfounded expression. He, of course, just stood there in the second row between Truman and What's-His-Name with a look of adoration and astonishment towards whoever this opposite gender intruder was, oblivious to the fact that Sergeant Moore was thinking of various ways to kill him while Mr. O thought about different ways to cook him. (Probably.)

Mr. O's fat body made its way over to Grant (whose eyes are now wide once he realized his mistake), his eyes cold and his jaw set. (At least I'm assuming. It's hard to tell with his double chin). The way his fists were balled up and clenched so tight they were shaking, any one could see that he was angry. There's also the fact that when he gets mad, he sweats. Like a pig. It's actually gross, and trust me, it takes a lot to make a guy grossed out. Like Floyd and his inability to shit correctly.

Mr. O shoved a bunch of boys out of the way (kind of made me think of a bear who wanted to be the first to pick from a berry bush), grabbed Grant's shoulder, and pushed him to the ground, instantly shouting orders,

"Four-hundred! Five minutes! Move!" Grant hesitated for only a second, probably contemplating whether or not he could rebel against orders, began doing his push-ups in an even pace. As he did this, I snuck a look at the individual with double X chromosomes.

Grant wasn't wrong when he said she was adorable. The girl had a scared puppy kind of expression. She seemed about as innocent as one also. Which made me wonder what she was doing at an all boys Detention Center.

She was wearing a dress that reached a little lower than her thighs with her blonde hair braided in that style that makes them look threaded (that's a good word, right?) into her head. (I think my Barbie obsessed cousin called them Dutch braids. Or English braids. I think I saw a Chinese girl with it once back when I was in public school).Solomon stood next to her, looking like a giant compared to her small figure. His face didn't have his natural expression like it usually did when I saw him. This time, his eyes were glaring daggers at my friend as he did his push-ups.

Which brings me to Moron #2.

"Geeze, Solomon. What crawled up his ass and died?" It was meant to be an under breath comment only the boys around him could hear and fake chuckle at, but Sam Haven isn't exactly a pro when it comes to being quiet. Even when there's a grunting eighteen year old guy and angry yelling walrus counting each motion of punishment- both overpowering the sound of jet planes. How the hell do you even do that? Being that bad of a whisperer, I mean. Mr. O's yelling isn't surprising.

"What did you just say?" Now our eyes were glued to dear ole Sammy and his scared blushing face. Solomon walked up to the kid, no more than fourteen, and leaned down to his height. A common form of mockery the Sergeant's do just to prove that when you think you're all big and tough, you really aren't.

Mr. O was at twenty five.

Twenty-six.

Twenty-seven.

Grant's doing push-ups like a girl, just like the sissy he is.

Thirty-two.

Sam's Adam's apple bobbed up and down with his nervous swallow as he and Solomon stared at each other, easily ignoring Mr. O's overused and unoriginal insults.

"N-nothing, Sir." I tried to hide my smirk. The kid was pissing his pants and probably didn't even realize it.

Grant has four minutes left. Now he's moving like a grandma. One who's apparently widowed.

I'm not exactly sure what the widow part has to do with anything, but Mr. O must have thought it was enough to send the poor hung-over boy crying. (It didn't, by the way.) I don't even know why the fat man thinks he can make fun of someone who can do push-ups better than Vin Diesel. The guy breaks a sweat sitting on his ass. He has no room to make comments relating to widowed old ladies. And not all old woman are depressed. The one sucking Grant's face off last night was enjoying life pretty damn well. And I'm almost positive she lost her husband.

"You better watch your mouth, kid," Solomon spat. His face was strong, set jaw and cold eyes. He was furious, no doubt. This is his Institution. His primary goal was and is to teach us discipline and manners. I don't know how that fixes anything, but it's his goal and he's not going to give up.

Sam nodded his head so fast I was waiting to see if it would snap off or not. Sergeant Moore called us to attention once again, Grant still doing his time, and we waited for further instructions like the good little robots we are.

"Showers. Ten minutes each. Bobby, Drake, you're coming with me." Porter and I gave each other smug looks as we walked away with the group of boys, leaving the two to what should be our fate. And Grant. We left him to his death with Mr. O. Whether it be by heart malfunction or cannibalism, the boy was done for either way.

I gave one last look behind me, but the person I was looking for disappeared.

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"Welp, I see no reason we shouldn't." The guys and I were jogging the school perimeter (including the how ever many acres the forest of trees were, and inside the fence of electricity and razor wire) and Nick began explaining his 'clever' plan of hacking into the school system and all the Sergeant's emails to find out who this mystery girl is and what her purpose is for invading this all boys jail house.

Jonas wasn't too keen on the idea. Which is pretty pathetic, you know, considering the reason he's here is for hacking into his last school's system, not to mention his town's mayor's email and the Governor of Ohio's daughter's Facebook and Twitter accounts. I think he got into NASA's system too, but I'm afraid to ask about that. (Jo doesn't like talking about his powers. When we ask, he goes Hulk or some shit like that.)

"No. I refuse. I don't want to die like Grant. I'm too young and, unlike you, haven't done anything bad involving physical abuse to deserve death." We've been jogging for about an hour now and even for me, it was getting to be too long. We had sweat running down out backs and chest, making our gray tee's almost completely saturated in the salty liquid. Sergeant Moore lead the group while three others took the back and side to make sure no one tried to run away.

We weren't near any of the three and were a good distance from any other 'student' so no, people couldn't hear out conversation. Don't be stupid. The others were too focused on not passing out and falling into a crazy, time obsessed rabbit's hole. Or maybe that was just me. My Barbie obsessed cousin forced me to watch Alice in Wonderland one too many times when we were kids. I think it's made me paranoid.

"You fucking hacked into a teenage girl's Facebook account dude. That's worse than the President's secret service system. That's worse than stalking your next-door neighbors cat." Well, I'd assume that'd be worse.

Have you done that before, Nick?

I only thought that though. I didn't know if I wanted the answer to it or not.

"Dude, I think anything would be worse than stalking a cat," Port laughed, "If you stalk a cat, then you really need to get a life. And some mental help." Nick rolled his eyes, mumbling a 'whatever' though the blush on his face did not go unnoticed.

"I still think it's a good idea. She's hot. I want to see if there are any pictures of her anyway. You know, just incase we need them for anything." We looked at Nick, not really sure what to make of what was coming out of his mouth. Jonas finally spoke, probably for all of us who seemed to be speechless.

"Do you have a stalking record? Have you violated a restraining order? Is that why you're here? From stalking cats and teen girls?" Jonas received a dirty look, one that, if this were anything supernatural, probably would have killed him.

Truth be told, none of us actually know why Nick is here. He doesn't talk about it. At all. And this isn't Oprah, so we never made him talk about his problems or lack thereof. Instead, we just let him figure his shit out by himself. Which isn't hard. Guys don't talk about feelings, or... stuff. Girls do. And it's weird. Why the fuck would you get a group of friends over for the night to talk about personal shit like bleeding vaginas or family malfunctions? My Barbie obsessed cousin did that a lot. I was over once when she had one of her squealy friends over. They talked about really creepy stuff. Stuff that made me scared to sleep at night.

"I still think it's a good idea." Nick grumbled before picking up speed to get away from our still weirded out stares.

"Let's all pretend these last minutes didn't happen." My suggestion was agreed with, and the rest of the jog was done in silence.

For the most part.

It wasn't even ten minutes before there was loud yelling from Sergeant Moore and then havoc.

What happened was an attempt breakaway. A group of wannabe rebels decided a few days ago that they were going to try and run away. Kind of like a group escape with a hint of everyman for himself type of deal. They all run at the same time so it was harder for all of them to get caught. Except they didn't think about the security boarding the outsides and patrolling the woods.

"Hey! HEY!" Sergeant Moore and the other three began yelling for the seven boys to get 'their pathetic useless asses back before they shot' and ran after them deeper in the woods. "We've got runners in the southeast woods. About seven of them. Keep a look out!" His voice continued to fade the further he ran. Not soon after, a few other guys decided to make an attempt escape, but instead of running, they climbed tall sturdy trees to wait out the guards and Sergeants.

Sirens soon rang through the air, a mixture of warning and distress. Some guys began yelling at more idiots who thought they had a chance, warning them that whoever gets caught is going to have hell to pay. None of the runaways cared though. This place sucks. Not only does our education consist of everything but what will help us at least make a little something of our future, but the men who work here seem to have forgotten that we have feelings and what they say actually does hurt sometimes. They make us feel worthless here. More so than we already think we are. How the hell does that make us become 'better people'? It only makes us care less for our lives and what happens in them.

Us smarter brained individuals continued the jog, knowing there were more than two dozen other men with big guns throughout the woods and no doubt more coming.

"Dammit, Rodney." Ah, Rodney. Now it all makes sense.

Rodney, in short, was an idiot that had too high of expectations for himself. He thought he was a tough kid when, in fact, his baby sister could beat him to a bloody pulp. We all know that, so how he got those six others to leave with him is beyond me. Thanks to him, at least fifty guys from the West wing were now missing.

We got back twenty minutes later, and all of us were gasping for air. Grant could be seen doing a series of shit I couldn't even look at without wanting to pass out. He threw up at one point. We didn't even have to look. We all heard it.

"Oh my God." That was his cry about every five minutes. I had half a mind to tell him not to blame God. That it was his fault he was in this mess. But I don't think I could get words out without blowing chunks as well.

"All right, fifty push-ups, one hundred jacks, and you're free for lunch." Sergeant Moore was still looking for the kids, so this other man, Sergeant Ford, took his place. And thank all our lucky stars he did. Sergeant Ford was a lot easier on us than the others.

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I'm not quite sure what our lunch consists of. I vaguely remember regular school's food. How gross we thought it was and how we all refused to eat it and at one point boycotted the whole thing. That greasy fake frozen food sounded like heaven whenever I looked at his pig slop.

I was lost in thought, what I was thinking about I can't remember so it obviously wasn't important, when I felt a nudge on my shoulder.

"Dude, there she is." Hearing the 'she' my eyes wasted no time to begin searching for this girl.

Now, I know what you're thinking and I'd like you to stop. I have not developed feelings for this person. Not only have I not even met her, but if I were to actually develop feelings, no matter the timespan in which we properly meet, the world might as well be ending. I don't do feelings. Feelings make you weak. Look at what happened to my mother. She's insane- emotionally. The woman can't even leave the house with out fearing for what ever the hell it is that she's afraid of and it's all because of the man half of my DNA came from.

No. I simply wanted to figure out what her deal was and why she randomly popped up out of no where.

"Look at her," Grant sighed. He was still sweating and slightly out of breath, but that's what intense punishment gets you. Being winded even though you ended half an hour ago. "She's so cute, Man. Like a kitten."

"A neighbor's kitten?" I asked. Nick scowled at me, I, in return, gave him a sly smirk. Grant was completely lost and confused, but at least this time he had an excuse.

"Huh? I don't know, sure I guess. I don't see why that makes a difference though."

"Well, some people like to stalk neighbors' cats. I just wanted to make sure this chick won't need to get a restraining order on any of us." Nick flipped me off while Port and I chuckled. His temper was fun to play with.

"Shut up, Zach." I ignored him, already bored of my torment I blessed my friend with, and began eating whatever this stuff was. Grant was still looking at the girl like he wanted to kiss her cheek and give her a big lollypop which, to be frank, creeped me out almost as much as the conversation I sadly heard between my Barbie obsessed cousin and her friend.

I nudged him with my foot, grabbing his attention.

"Are you going to fucking eat her? Stop staring at the chick like a fucking pedophile." As I said this, Solomon stood up and yelled a loud 'hey' in which we all shut the hole in our face to avoid ending up like Morning Grant.

"My niece will be staying with us for the school year," He explained, "The only reason I find it important enough to tell you this is because I want you to know that if any one of you touch her or do anything with in a fifteen foot radius of her, you won't like the consiquenses. She is here as a guest and a guest only. Touch her, you will all," he took this moment to scan the whole cafeteria with a threatening stare, "regret it." I looked to the right of Solomon where is niece sat with an awkward out of place look. Her ankles were crossed, the right one in front which showed off her ankle bracelet. I let out a small chuckle to myself. The thin silver accessory just laid so delicately. I was surprised it wasn't breaking off just from the pull of gravity.

I examined the rest of her while everyone slowly got back to their conversations, my eyes taking in every inch of her body. Small hands that were folded neatly in her lap, very obvious collarbone, long neck that, if she didn't look so damn innocent, I would practically eat. When I reached her face, my eyes lingered on her worried mouth, lower lip softly taken in by her teeth- which I noted were too white to be natural. The girl's nose was small, the bridge sported a bump that made the slope un even. If I were Grant, I'd say it was, and is, adorable. But I'm not him. So I won't.

I was just getting a good look at her eyes that were casted downward when she looked up. She didn't see me at first, and even if she did it wouldn't have stopped me from staring. But she didn't, and that's why it was so funny when her scared orbs actually caught me after a minute or two of roaming around the room. And if her eyes weren't wide and scared then, they surely were once ours became locked.

Blue.

That's what really went through my head when I focused on the color. Not pretty. Not sexy. Not adorable (Definitely not that). Just blue. And it almost made me loose my breath. And not in any weird way either. They were just so shocking. Like, bright sky type of shade, but also a stormy shade. I couldn't really place the shade at the time and I still can't to this fucking day. They just looked so... different. I hate different.

We were still looking at each other. I don't know if it was like a silent contest to see who would look away first or if she was just acting like a deer in the headlights. I didn't know and I didn't care. Instead of worrying about it, I decided to shoot her one of my signature smirks- the one I give to girls at the club- which was followed by a wink. The girl looked away with a light blush and began fiddling with her hands. Her awkwardness only made me want to laugh.

Oh. She's going to be fun to mess with.

I looked at Nick who shoved a spoonful of alien food into his big mouth, then to Port who was sneaking glances at the girl, then to Jonas and Grant who were having a conversation about something that looked to be stressing Grant out. (Jo was probably using big boy words.) They all seemed to be in their own worlds so I tried to be discreet and kick their shins from under the table to quietly get their attention so no one would know we'd be talking about something we shouldn't, but of course Grant had to make a big deal about it.

"What do you want, Zach!?" He snapped (a little too loudly), "Can't you see we're talking? Go bother someone else will you?" His outburst gained the attention of a few people near by, they looked at us like we were freaks or something. Grant and his girly overdramatic ways are definitely freaky, but I can assure you I'm more normal and good looking than them. People can never mind their own business.

I glared at him but spoke in a quiet whisper once the nosy kids turned back to their non-existent friends.

"We're getting into Joe's account. This weekend. No club, just info." Jo was about to protest, but I gave him a look that said 'can it before I make you' and started explaining why I all of the sudden cared about Nick's plan.

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After lunch, the day went on pretty normally. Thank God. I wasn't really in the mood for anymore surprises. Two of the boys from earlier still haven't been found. I only know that because I heard some guards asking each other about where they haven't checked yet. None of us talked about it. We didn't really care and gossip is for fourth graders.

So until about midnight, things were as they should be. Boring, uneventful, and full of yelling and sweat.

Like I said. Until about midnight.

I woke up around eleven thirty. The phone I got last night was still pretty well charged, but I decided to keep it in the room just incase I got caught sneaking out of the room.

Port was in his bed, snoring like the dog he is, but I didn't bother to wake him up. I wanted time to myself. To think. My mind was full of random things running from my public school days to just last week. But what I mostly thought about was my Mom. A sissy thing to keep me awake at night, but it was true.

Aria. That's her name. And boy was- is- she beautiful. Nuts, crazy, emotionally unstable, yes. But she was also the best mom ever. She was everything to me and vise versa. And I fucked it up. Just like my father. I left her alone for no one to care for her. I was thirteen, I didn't know better, and now that I'm older, I've come to the harsh realization that what I did not only effected me, but it also hurt her. She'd cry. At night, she'd cry and I'd sleep in bed with her. No words passed to each other. I'm not really sure what about, and I don't think I ever will really know. Part of me thinks it's because of my father but another part only blames me and my screwed up idea of fun.

After twenty minutes of mindlessly roaming the long dull halls, I decided to turn around and head back to my room. When I turned a corner, a small body ran into me.

"Oh my gosh, I'm sorry!" The voice was not male. It was way to high. Which could only mean one thing.

I looked down at the person, my eyes wide and heart on overdrive from fear that it was someone important or an idiot that thought he could turn me in. When came to my senses, I realized it was the girl, Solomon's niece whose name I still don't know.

I let out a relieved and aggravated sigh but said nothing to the girl. Instead, I covered her mouth with my hand and looked around for a place to hide, coming up with nothing but closed bedroom doors. The girl tried talking, but when I didn't remove my hand, she gave up and began to struggle.

"Stop, girl." She didn't, only struggled harder. In response to her inability to listen to simple instructions, I pushed her against the wall, my body pressed tightly against hers to make sure she didn't escape.

The girl was still struggling, her hands pulling at mine in desperation for me to let go. She got a few kicks to my shin and even left marks on my arm from pinching it, so I used one of my legs to pin hers against the wall any grabbed her wrists with my free hands and held them to my chest.

"I'm not going to kill you, so please for the love of all things good and pure, please stop acting like I'm going to kidnap you." When I was sure she was done with her hissy fit, I removed my hand from her mouth but kept her wrists pinned to my chest.

"What do you want?" Her voice was small and intimidated when she asked. The fear in her big blue eyes and quiet voice was evident even though I just told her I wasn't going to hurt her. I rolled my eyes but kept a firm set jaw and cold eyes. My aggravation needed to be shown. I couldn't just play nice because she looked like a puppy. No. I'm not that weak.

"I want to know what you're doing out so late roaming the halls," I admitted, "You don't know what these guys are capable of. What the hell do you have to do so late at night that makes you even think about walking these halls?" The girl bit her lip and sighed.

"Exactly." She breathed. I watched as her strange colored eyes roamed my face and chest, going up and down several times. Just to make her uncomfortable, I pressed myself harder to her as a smirk formed on my lips. It was pretty dark, but the spotlights outside are were bright enough to shine through the windows that are placed high enough so no one can get out of them. It was still no better than natural moonlight, but at least I could see when needed on out weekly getaways.

"Like what you see?" I whispered in her ear. The girl took a small intake of breath that only added to my humor.

And then she started shaking.

"Uh, are you okay?" I quickly pulled away from her small frame that I realized was only covered in a light pink nightgown. Her eyes were wide, scared- no, terrified. She looked like she's seen a ghost or something. And if I were an honest kid, I would admit that I was kind of worried.

"U-um, I- You-" And then she ran. I don't know how with all the shaking she was doing, but she did, and boy was she fast. I guess she has a right to be afraid of me. I did tell her she doesn't know what the guys here are capable of. That includes me. I very well could be a killer. After all, those handful of annoying kids didn't end up in the hospital all by their selves.

For all I cared, she could think I'm some assassin working for some terrorist organization. What she did and didn't think of me was the least of my worries. Sure, I was curious about her, but that's about as good as it gets. I like knowing things. There's nothing wrong with curiosity- even if it did kill the cat. Nick has probably killed cats before too. It's not like I'm going to stop hanging out with him.

I walked back to my room before I find myself running into anyone else, and laid on my bed with my hands behind my head.

One more year. One more and I'm done. I couldn't wait. I can't wait. The only thing I'll miss are the gun practices. Every Thursday we get half an hour of gun training. No one questions it. It's fun and relaxing. Not even Grant thought about ruining our small chance of peace.

But as I thought about my one last year, I couldn't grasp my mind around if I felt happy or sad that I get to see my Mom again. I can't face her. Not after what I did to her. I'm a horrible excuse for a son.

Now I sound like a fucking girl.

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A quick note on the shooting in Oregon and about my faith~

I'm a Christian, and to see another shooting- in a college none the less- targeted towards those who share my faith, I can honestly say that I am appalled and disgusted... But not surprised. Shocked at the fact there was a shooting, yes, but not surprised that this man was targeting Christians

To my friends and amazing readers, I want you to know that God is real. The holy war is real. The rapture, the anti-Christ, the false prophet. It's all real.

Guys, Jesus is real. God, out Creator is real. The Holy Spirit within me can be within you. All you have to do is repent- ask Jeuss for the forgiveness of your sin and live your life to glorify Him. He DIED for you. He's willing to forgive you!

I'm saying this, because if Jesus were to comeback tonight to take His people (Those whom have been saved by Him) I want to be able to see you there too.

I care about you and all of my other brothers and sisters in Christ care for you too. We want to to become saved and God wants to save you.

Love to all of you.

~Summer

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