The Runaways

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Adjusting to the prison:
Keona was never going to get used to this. Everyone stared at you if you were new. You were an outcast, a intruder on the main wolfs property. No one knew you and no one wanted to know you. Rumors spread like crazy and dried up blood stains from fights were visible. There were two guys Keona had noticed seemed harmless but that's always the first assumption. Then again, this was a prison for kids. Keonas thoughts were interrupted by someone who decided to sit next to him. To his surprise it wasn't a guy, nor was it a guard. It was the infamous girl everyone had been spreading rumors about. "Sup newbie." She said. She had brown eyes that seemed to shine and red, fire like hair that seemed to be lit with a match. Keona didn't know how to respond so he just nodded. "Don't be quite, the quiet ones don't last here. I'm Freya. And you are?" Freya spoke. She seemed strong and confident. Keona noticed how everyone who was around him had backed up a few inches, were they really that scared of her? "I'm Keona. How's you get in here?" He wanted to know. He knew he wasn't the only one in here wrongly accused but even so, he wanted to know the crimes these kids have committed. "I stole a couple things. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do I was only violent a couple of times. I got over carried away. I also got wrongly accused for murder when really it was just self defense. No one believes the victim. The victim is always the first to blame. Anyways, how did  you get here? You seem innocent." Freya said. Keona felt bad for her, he could think of a million different cases that involved violence and sexual assault but he never thought he'd have to meet one. "Wrongly accused of shop lifting. Sorry to hear about your case. I'm surprised you talked to me. Everyone else stayed away." He said. Why did Freya come up to him. "How old are you?" Freya said bluntly. Straight to the point. "Fourteen. And you?" He said. "Same. Guess we're the youngest of the jail house! Follow me. Come meet the gang." Freya said. 'Youngest of the jail house?' Everyone else was older than fourteen? That's honestly shocking. Most kids here were probably here for drugs or perverted reasons. Freya was fast. She sprinted down the tracks of the prisons outdoor area as if she was in a car and in the driver seat, except this car had no stopping point or speed limit. Keona could barely keep up. The path they were on was rocky and muddy. As if they were in the mountains. He never knew a girl that had such abilities to be so incredibly fast. It kind of scared him, it seemed as if she was strapped to a car going fifty miles per hour. She intimidated him. Once they got to where Freya had led him, he was shocked. It was a small hidden shack where he assumed she hid from the guards in but he was even more surprised to see more of his fellow prisoners there. There was three other people there and they all seemed completely different. "Okay newbie, welcome to the shack." Freya said. Keona was confused. Shack? Why was there so many people here? "We all make up the youngest group of kids here, and we all deserve to be set free. Now, don't be rude boys. Introduce yourself to the newbie here." Freya said. She was proud with her words, she was a girl full with pride and proper personalities. "I'm Josiah." A boy with blue eyes and hazelnut brown curly hair. He had an industrial piercing and an arm full of tattoos. 'Awesome' Keona thought. "Oliver." A boy with Jade green eyes and midnight black hair, freckles and a small scar on his check said with a smile. He seemed too nice to be in a prison for kids. The last to give an introduction was the boy sitting right behind Oliver, hiding behind him. "Milo." He said plainly. He seemed introverted, and lonely. He had brown eyes and auburn hair with freckles and an ear cuff delicately placed on his right ear, he was the shortest of the group. "Good! Now that you know me and my squad, welcome. Milo there is the oldest even though his height doesn't show it. The second oldest is Josiah and then me, Oliver and you. Don't be shy, we only bite when we have to or when forced." Freya said proudly. "Keona." Keona spoke his name. Everyone turned their heads to look at the new prisoner who had recently joined them. "Your new here. What does the world look like now? None of us have been outside for two years. Has anything changed?" Milo asked. He seemed curious, and kind even though he was a juvenile delinquent. "Not much. There's been problems with drugs and abuse. They have escalated along with abortion rates. More kids are acting up lately too. Sorry I couldn't bring more happy news but there isn't really any to give. The newspapers just keep getting more gossip even though most of it is false information." Keona said. He spoke the truth. It was 1981 and there were a lot of problems with the society. "So it's the same. Great." Milo said again, this time sarcastically. Milo and Oliver seemed close. They both stuck together and kept sharing looks, Keona could tell they were closer with each other than the rest of the group. "Do the guards not know that this is back here? That's pretty cool." Keona said. "Yeah! It's where we come to avoid them and their punishments." Oliver answered his question, he seemed sweet and very different from Milo but somehow they still got along.
"So newbie. Ready to experience prison life? Or do you wanna escape with us?"