Spring break is over. D: I was hoping to get this up last weekend but when I got back to school I remember how far behind I was and shrieked in horror. Like all things, it has to come to an end, sadly. Updates on the weekend as usual, folks

This chapter takes place the net day after the last, just for reference.

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Journal,

Fuck. My. Life.

Seriously.

~*~V~*~

Upon waking up, the sound of everyone outside TJ knew that it was louder than normal. Since JoJo was still fast asleep it didn't seem to bother him, and TJ figured it wasn't an issue to worry much about. But it was still loud, as if the population inside increase overnight. He knew that wasn't possible, so he thought that there was something going on outside that was making everyone be as loud as they were.

Getting free from JoJo's grasp, TJ made sure he didn't disturb the ill inmate. Once he was on his feet he walked outside to see what was happening. Bandit and Specs were standing nearby, waiting for him to come out. Closing the door he stood between the two and looked out to the rest of the dorm to see that there was indeed an increase of the population due to the girls being led in by the guards.

"Dude, what's with all the females?" He asked no one in particular.

"I dunno, but the rumor going around is that the girls are staying in here," Bandit said. "It sucks though because there's barely enough room for all the guys. How are they gonna fit us all?"

"None of them are staying in my room," TJ said as he turned to return to is room. "Forget that."

"No one said anything about staying in your stinkin' 'ol room!" Turning back around, TJ looked for the source of the insult and saw Veronica and her friends approaching. "Wouldn't wanna stay with you anyways! Punk!"

"Good then!" TJ shot back. "Don't need any girls ruining someone's good time! That's all you girls ever do!"

"Fuck you, Freckles!" Veronica said jokingly while giving him a light punch in the arm. "Where's JoJo? I got somethin' for him."

"He's out of commission," TJ told her. "He's got scurvy and has to stay in bed for a while. No visitors and I'm supposed to watch him until he's better. I'm not even supposed to be out here; I'm just going to the commissary."

"How about I give you a break and watch him?" She offered. "Me and him need to have a talk."

"Alright. But don't talk for long, he needs to sleep," TJ instructed. "And make sure that he drinks his orange juice and take one of those supplements next to the crate. And close the door so the noise doesn't bother him 'cause it gives him a headache—"

"Okay, mom, I got it," Veronica said cutting him off and walking past him. "Actin' like you two married or somethin'….."

"But really though, what's going on?" TJ asked the others.

"Remember when we flushed a cherry bomb down the toilet," Googly said. "To get to the pipe to fix it they have to dig but then they found out they have to get to a pipe underneath or dorm and we can't stay in there while they're fixing it. It'll be month."

"Guess it won't be so bad," He said looking around. "They're two older dorms in this building right? It's not much more crowded than usual…..but still. Need to get the edge off. Anyone got any drugs?"

"I got the greatest drug of all," Bandit said, heading to his room. "Just let me get my boom box."

~*~MEANWHILE~*~

"….I-It doesn't look so bad…"

"So bad?"

Spinelli and Francis looked outside the window as the van carrying them to Duval entered the campus. The buildings looked clean enough to rid any thought of the place being an actual jail for minors, but the barbed wire fence reminded them that it was their home for the next month. Just passing the gate gave them an ominous feeling that something terrible was going to happen.

"Just trying to lighten the mood," Francis said as he sat back in his seat. Much to his dismay he wasn't lucky enough to get sent to prison for his sentence and was sent to Duval. "Can you blame me for trying? I'm probably going to die in there!"

"He won't try to kill you. Beat you into a pulp maybe," Spinelli offered. "But he won't kill you…I think."

"Do you not remember him killing that one kid? It was all over the news!"

"This isn't like you, dude. You're usually calmer than everyone else."

"Yeah but that was before I knew I was going into the devils den," He said. "You're luckily; you're gonna stay with the girls!" The car abruptly stopped, ending their conversation. The door opened, and they were ordered out by the officer and guard. They were led into the building in front of them and told (rather loudly) the ground rules to avoid getting trouble with the guards. After that they were separated and taken into offices were their pictures were taken, told to bathe with the delousing shampoo and to put on their uniforms. The two of them expected to stay separated believing that the girls and boys were housed apart from one another, but saw each other again when the guards brought them into the same hallway and told them to sit on the same bench.

"What'd you think they brought us here for?" Francis asked.

"I dunno," Said Spinelli. "Maybe their trying to find us somewhere to say."

"Hey, on my way over here I passed this window that saw into one of the places that they keep the inmates," said the hustler.

"Really? Did you see TJ?"

"I tried to look for him, but I couldn't spot him out of the crowd," He said. "Sorry."

"It's okay. Just be careful if you get you find out you two are in the same dorms. And what are the chances that you two will get the same room?"

"Small, but just having the possibility scares me."

"You two, let's go," Said the guards watching them. He waved for them to stand up and follow him down the hall. "There's a problem in the girl's dorm with the pipes, so for the next few months the girls are housing with the boys. There aren't enough spare rooms for all the girls, so at night we're bringing out cots for them to sleep in. It's not much, but it's not like we're going out of our way to make you junior convicts comfortable. Not on my tax dollar. Alright here we are." They stopped in front of a large metal door. The guard took a set of keys attached to his belt and sort through for the one needed to unlock the door.

~*~TJ's POV~*~

Bandit's such a music buff. It's good though, 'cause I doubt that anything else could make people get along like they are now.

It's like the whole racial divide stop existing once he put the music on. You can't even tell that there was one, 'cause everyone's dancing and talking to each other. Finally. I wasn't part of the tension but you could feel it as soon as you step foot outside your room.

It's a good song to. I think Bandit said the album is called 'Discovery.' I'm putting that on my list of things to get when I get out of here. I'm not dancing though. It's not that I don't want to, but I'd rather watch others interact with each other.

Specs is dancing with Googly. Saw that coming from a mile away. Bandit's sitting near his boom box listening to the music. JoJo's still stuck in his room with Veronica. I hope the music isn't bothering him.

…..I don't think I'll be needed for my…..'services' since the girls are here now. They can just go fuck one of them instead of improvising. At least for a month. Jesus, I must've slept with half of the guys in here.

…

….I'm such a slut.

I closed my eyes and reached into my pocket to pull out my pack of cigarettes (If anyone judges me for smoking they have no idea what t's like in here), but someone yanked my arm and pulled me from the wall I was leaning against and wrapped their arm around my waist. When I looked to see who it was I saw that it was none other than Tommy Gun, and he had a tight grip on me.

Shit.

"Haven't seen you in while," He said. "What's goin' on?"

"Nothing you need to know about," I said. "Lemme go."

"Aw, c'mon. I just wanna dance," He said. "Come dance with me. I know you want to."

"Why would I want to do anything with you?" I snapped at him. "You beat the shit out of me when I came here and you blinded me in one eye. I don't want anything to do with you!" He's not even looking at me right now. He's looking at my arm and ran his fingers up and down where I wore those bracelets.

"Where's your bracelets?" He asked him.

"None of your business," I said. "I'm not wearing them."

"That's too bad," He said. "I would've paid triple the price for the red ones." See? I just knew he was going to say some shit like that. I was just waiting for it, and here it is. But really though, I can't tell if he's actually hitting on me, or if it's just a joke. But I'm not taking my chances.

"I wouldn't take you as a customer anyways," I told him after pushing him off of me. "Asshole." I turned and headed towards my room to get away from him (I really didn't need this right now), but I felt him pull me back by my sides and press my back against his chest. I swear to God, if I had my knife on me I'd shank him.

"Now what's wrong with me?" He whispered in my ear. "I'm just tryin' to have a good time."

"Then good find one of the girls!"

"Who said I wanted one of the girls, you stupid boy?" Okay, I'm done. I'm done. Done. This bastard wants to die, he really does. Fuck this shit. Sending my elbow backwards I hit him in the chest and he let go right away without a word. "Fine, be that way." He said before walking away. Dammit. I need something from the commissary. I started to make why way through the crowd of dancing and talking people to get there; as much as want to get something to calm my nerves I don't want to ruin what's going on. It's relaxing, or at least as relaxing at it could be. As a walked past the door that led to the rest of building I felt someone pull my arm towards them. If it's that bastard again I swear I'm gonna…

Oh, it's just a guard. With some new inmates. And he's going to say….

"Show these two around," Said the guard. "Help them get their stuff and tell them the rules."

"And YOU can't do that because…?"

"Because I said so," He told me before walking away. Jesus Christ. Alright, let's just get this over with. Who do I have? Some short chick and a punk. The girl looks kinda familiar, but who the hell cares? This bitch isn't gonna ruin my day. Neither is the punk. I bet he thinks he's tough. Fuck with me and I'll show him who's tough.

"Are gonna stand there all day or are you gonna help us get out stuff?" The girl snapped at me. This bitch is asking to get smacked.

"Come with me," I said, turning around and walking towards the commissary. I turned my head to see if they were following; they were. But they were looking at me in a weird way too. What's their problem? We reached the line to the commissary, and just like yesterday everyone got out of my way so I could go to the front. "C'mon," I told them. When we made it to the front of the line I motioned for them to go to the window. "Tell them your name and you'll get your uniforms and books and stuff." I leaned against the wall and waited for them to get their stuff. I still have to do more after this. Can't ever do want I wanna do…..

"What's your last name?" The Cashier asked the girl.

"Spinelli."

Hold the fuck up. Spinelli? This bitch. Hell no.

I'm gonna end up killing her before her sentence is over. That's how pissed I am at her. And the others. But she's the only one here. God, please help me resist the urge to kill her. I don't ask for a lot, but I can't do this on my own and will commit a second murder if I don't have some back up.

"What's your last name?" The cashier asked the other guy. Wonder who he is.

"Chaff."

Chaff, Chaff. Do I know a Chaff? Sounds familiar…Wait, Hustler Kid? Figures he would end up in juvie. It's Hustle Kid for Christ sake. Bet he's in for selling drugs. I'd bet all $50,000 on my card that's what it is. And why are they looking at me like that?

"What?" I asked the two of them.

"That guard said you were going to show us around," said. Spinelli. "Where are we saying?"

"Hell if I know," I told her. "Find your own roommate. That's how I got mine and everyone else got theirs."

"O-kay…." She said. "So what are the rules of this place?"

"Mind your own damn business and you'll be fine," I said turning away from them. "That's it."

~*~END TJ's POV~*~

"Whatever," Spinelli mumbled. "Let's go, Francis. We've got more important things to do."

"Like what?" Francis asked as he followed her. "What've we gotta do?"

"I just wanted to get away from him," Spinelli said as she sat her box down against the wall and sat on it. "That guy has an attitude problem. Who does he think he is? Does he think that he's tough with that scar across his eye?"

"If I learned anything from my career as a hustler, it's that I'm not taking chances on something like that," He told her. "Just let it go, Spinelli. What we should be doing is figuring out where Detweiler is." Spinelli nodded. The two of them agreed on their way to Duval that the first thing that they would do once they arrive is to find the little menace that caused them so much trouble while he was a Third Street. It wasn't so much as they wanted to taunt him, but to know where he was to avoid him knowing that the two of them were there. Without a doubt he still had to be angry at everyone at Third Street, and with them available, would harm them in every way that he could.

"How about we just people watch and see if we can spot him out of the crowd," Spinelli suggested. "I'm tired after the ride here." Dropping his box down next to hers, Francis joined her. "Okay, what do you see?"

"I see…..a bunch of people dancing. Guess I'm looking for a brown haired, freckled guy. I see a couple of guys with brown hair, but none of them have freckles…none of them look like Detweiler either."

"You're seeing the same thing as me. We're getting nowhere with this….."

"How about we ask the blonde guy?" Francis suggested.

"That jerk? He acts like we're such a bother to him!" said Spinelli.

"What've we got to lose?" Francis asked as he got off the box. He grabbed Spinelli's hand and pulled her to her feet and walked towards the person that helped them get their things. When they found him he was still leaning against the same pillar he was earlier.

"What do you scrubs want?" He snapped at them.

"We were just wondering if you knew this guy in here," Francis asked him. "His name's TJ Detweiler. Do you know him?"

~*~TJ's POV~*~

You've got to be kidding me. They're asking me for me. I'm right in front of them! Are they blind or just stupid? I need a cigarette….

Oh wait….

I'm blonde now.

And I have this scar….

And my left eye is almost a completely different color…

So they wouldn't recognize me. Then what do I say? Hmm….I could have some fun with this, since they don't know hwo I am. I'm bored anyways. I want some excitement and they're right on time.

"Yeah I know them," I said, keeping my eyes on the crowd.

"So where is he?" Spinelli asked.

"That kid died," I told them. "'bout a year after he came in here. Just died."

"No he didn't!" She said, pointing an accusing finger. "We saw him on the news killing another guy in here! And that was more than a year after he was sent here."

"I meant on the inside," I said calmly as I moved her finger out of my face. "He's dead on the inside. Doesn't say anything or do anything. He just exists. It's like he's not even there. I dunno what he was like before he came here but he's a shell of his former self and wants out of this place. I wouldn't go looking for him. He's long gone. He wouldn't be anything like the guy you know, however you think of him. Or maybe that's just me being paranoid."

"That's just great," Spinelli said, ignoring everything I just said. Twat. "Can you tell us where he is?"

"Even if I did, he would get up and move away from you; he doesn't talk to anybody. So it's pointless," I said. "It's not like he's here anyways."

"Let's go, Francis," She said marching away. "This prick isn't going to tell us anything! Thanks a lot, asshole!" Watching the two of them walk away I smiled. Just when I was crazing that same mischievousness I felt back at Third Street, this happens. I have to do something with these two. If I don't ill regret it for the rest of my life. But what?

…..Whatever it is, I know it's gonna be good.

Hmm…..guess I have nothing to say…

Oh wait, yes I do! :D So what are you guys expecting to happen? I already have a few (one) idea, but I want to know what's going on in your heads! I might actually use it..

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