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College, such a drain on your creativity. I fear this semester because I have a Creative Writing class and as a part of it, I have to write two pieces, both of which have to be at least 20 pages. So yeah, there's that.

On a lighter note, did you know that Kin Bob and Arnold from Hey Arnold was voiced by the same person?

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Somewhere on the edge of a small and insignificant town was a large gray building meant for hold those who are not wanted outside the concrete walls. Somewhere inside this old and worn out gray building were several rooms set aside for the family and friends of the people inside to visit and talk. It was inside one of these rooms that TJ found himself conversing with his former principal.

When the two officers who were trying to get him to confess had finally given up, he was taken to his old gray building to await his trial. It was not lie the juvenile detention center he was used to. No, this was an actual jail that held adults (and teenagers being tried as adults for their supposed crimes). He was surprised that he didn't get sent here sooner. Those interrogating him were more persistent in breaking him down than he thought. Wouldn't they just give up and put him behind bars just to get rid of him? Nope. Not at all. Quite the opposite, really.

When he arrived, it was a strange feeling that swept through him. The bleak and hopelessness that radiated off the walls were familiar. The shock that would usually come with going inside such a building didn't go through the false blonde. It was welcoming in a morbid way.

Still, TJ didn't plan on staying there for long enough to learn the hierarchy and climb the social ladder, though that looked like it would be the case. He knew the court and the public were all too eager to put him away for the fire that he didn't have a hand in starting.

He wasn't sure if a lawyer would help (his last one was a complete asshole who probably made his defense weak on purpose), but at this point, it was all he had.

"You have no idea how thankful I am for this, sir," TJ spoke into the phone on his side of the glass. For their own safety, the rooms for visiting were divided into two halves, one for the residents of the building and the other for those visiting the residents. This division was made by a wall, half of which was glass so that both sides could see each other as they spoke through the phones attached.

"It's no problem, Detweiler. This way you stand a better chance than with one of those court appointed lawyers," said the former principal.

"Yeah. You know what my last lawyer said once the case was over? He said that he was against me from the beginning and that he was happy I was found guilty. Can you believe that?" TJ asked. "By the looks of things, this lawyer is going to believe the same thing. How's things going in the outside world?"

"As you probably expect it to be. People are eager to see your trial. They're even more eager to see you put away," Said Prickly. "It truly is a shame. Rumor has it that they have no 'real' evidence that point to you. They're only charging you because they think you started the last fire.

"I ran into your family while at the grocery store. Well, actually, Zack ran into me while I was there. He asked me if I knew where you were. I told him I didn't know and he said that he misses you."

"I am really tempted to break out of this place, to hell with the consequences," TJ said, deep in his own thoughts. He expect Zack to miss him, but not so much that he would go up to people and ask where he was. "I guess it's safe to say mom and dad won't tell him where I am. Good. I don't want him knowing that I'm in jail." A bell rang throughout the rooms, signaling the end of visiting hours. "Thanks for visiting, sir. It's nice to know someone out there believes me."

"I'm sure there are more people out there who believe you too." The two said their goodbyes before separating. He joined the growing line of inmates waiting to be taken back to their cells. The line TJ was standing in was much shorter than the others for one reason; it was the line for those waiting for their trials. He, and the others waiting were not placed with the inmates that were already sentenced. No, they were put in cells all by themselves. The thought of having a cell to himself make him thankful for the privacy, but there was none. One of the walls were nothing but bars, giving those who walked by a full view of what was 'inside'.

TJ didn't like that at all.

He reached his cell and stepped inside. The 'door' was closed by the guards walking each of them back. He laid on his bed, which was a sorry excuse for a bed, and starred at the ceiling. It was all there was to do. No books, definitely no TV, and no phone to call everyone he knew to see who, if any one was on his side.

He was confident that Ashley believed he was innocent. Why wouldn't she? He did everything a good boyfriend would do; nice dates, listening and talking, and getting a job when she found out she was pregnant.

"At least that's what I think a good boyfriend does. Girls like it when you do nice things for them, right?" He asked himself. "Right. Okay. It's safe to say that she'll be on my side."

And what about the others? What about Spinelli, Vince, Mikey, Gretchen, and Gus? Would any of them believe that he was innocent? He had doubts with a few of them. Vince and Gus? Those two were out. Gus, because he was suspicious of every seemingly strange action that TJ made and had no fear of asking a hundred questions about it. And Vince? Well, Vince wasn't that far off from Gus; he was quieter about it.

Mikey? Maybe he won't think so, not immediately at least. He was one of the few that gave him another chance. What about Spinelli and Gretchen? He couldn't come up with a confident answer.

Ralpie was going to pay.

He couldn't do anything while he was stuck in that cell. But he had connections. JoJo, Bandit, and Specs. Those guys can definitely help.

"I swear to God, Ralphie, you are going to suffer for ruining my life," He said to himself.

~*~V~*~

"So he in jail, right?"

"Right."

Sitting in a dim and dirty basement, two males at on an old a filthy couch. One was younger, and lived in the house they were currently in. The other, was just making one of many visits they had arranged for the goal they both shared. To reach this goal, they planned in advance for years, and it was currently coming into fruition, and they couldn't be happier.

Thomas, also known as Tommy Gun by the protagonist of this story, nodded and smiled.

Ralphie, the younger look-alike to our protagonist, lay back in his seat.

"Now what?" Ralphie asked his older cousin. While he held the bigger grudge, he lacked the talent for scheming against someone he disliked willfully. But he had the motivation, oh he had the motivation and the need to make those he hated suffer in every way that was possible.

"Get his brother," Tommy said. He voice was empty of emotion. He inhaled a lung full of the cigarette he was smoking and paused before letting it back out. He smiled, thoughts filled with disgusting and unsettling thoughts that hadn't entered his mind and made itself comfortable since the five months before he was sentenced to Duval.

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Ralphie asked. "He's always watched!"

"Be a little creative, yeah? You look like his brother, and the brat hasn't seen you before to learn the differences," Tommy thought out loud. "He'd think you were Freckles and run up to you on his own."

"Great. Fantastic. But he's always watched. His parents would know I wasn't his brother, and so will everyone else in this hick town."

"He goes to daycare," Said the older male. "A whole bunch of parents are in there when the day is over. Just waltz in there, he'll be happy that his…..'brother' is back, and go with you. Bring him here. I need some….ah, entertainment. It's been so long since I'm been properly satisfied."

"And when you get caught?"

"When I get caught, I'll get sent to jail of course. And I'll destroy what's left of the freckled bastard. Can you imagine the look on his face when he finds out? Better yet, that brat won't ever trust him again. He'll be crushed hearing that his brother 'hates' him. It's perfect."

"When?"

"When? I'll tell you. Don't chicken out."

"Oh I promise I won't."

Okay, people. I am so willing to write a couple of 'filler' chapters at this point. Does anyone have any ideas? It's okay if no one does, but I'm curious if anyone wants to see anything.

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