Dead Roses Never Fade

The dark corners of the brick walls are not illuminated by the dimly lit light that hangs overhead.  I lean my head back, letting it rest against the hard surface.  My breath comes out in a cold fog, and I let out a mournful sigh.  My dry hands pull my hoodie over my head, the dark fabric clashing with my black hair.

The cries of the other inmates could be heard from where I was resting.  I grasp my pillow over my ears, hoping to block out any sounds of distress.  Eventually, I can't stand it anymore, and I hop out of bed, going up close to the entrance of my cell, looping my thin fingers through the freezing bars.  I don't let go.

"Lunch! Open all cell doors!" the doors open at the same time, and my cell mate, Emma leads the way.  She saunters down the walkway, her dark brown hair falling onto her shoulders.  She turns to look at me, her light brown eyes speaking for themselves.

"Yay, Missy, we get to eat dirt." She states(Note the sarchasm)

"I'm so excited." I reply, picking at a piece of dead skin on my right thumb.

"Ow." I collapse to the rough concrete in the courtyard.  A hand reaches down to help me up, and I take it skeptically.  My feet right themselves, and I brush myself off, bits of dirt falling to the floor.  Great, now I have to get a clean pair.  I notice the boy that helped me up, is staring at me.  Looking up, I see he has jet black hair, icy blue eyes, and a crooked grin has taken over his face.

"Blake Parker." he raises an eyebrow

"Missy Pierce." 

"Nice to meet ya, Missy."

"Back atcha'." I return the grin, and he points behind him toward a group of guys that seemed to be waiting for him.

"I have to go, but I'll see ya around?"

"Yeah, maybe." I begin to walk away, glancing back once to see Blake watching me go, the whole time biting on his snake bites.

"Who was that?" Emma nudges my shoulder when I have returned to our table.

"I honestly don't know, he made me fall."

"Head over heels?" she jokes, grinning from one ear, to the other.

"Nope to the floor, and it hurt." I rub the part of my arm that aches.

"Definetely a keeper." she laughs, and picks up a piece of grass off of the patch of grass by her sneakered feet.  She twirls the skinny green sticks around in her pale fingers.  I look out at the courtyard, noticing a few crowds of people gathered here and there, patches of grass lying around randomally, some tables, and small bleachers.  This, was juvy.