Pretty Boy | Griff Jones

001| Camp Kikiwaka

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'Camp Kikiwaka'

Day after day passes by when your behind metal bars that form into a cell. Normally I would be placed with the other girls, however that never ended well for anyone.
Luckily, even though I'm in juvie.. I've made a 'friend' or whatever you want to call him.
"Griff Jones!" The officer announced from the halls waking everyone up including me. "Bloody hell" I groaned rolling over to face the wall. "Griff-!" The man went to shout but was cut off short, "yeah yeah I'm up!" Exhaustion lurking in the brunette boys voice as he dragged himself to the bars, after jumping from the top bunk. "It's my job to inform you, that you've been selected for the Camp Kikiwaka Juvenile Program, you leave tomorrow afternoon." The officer said before storming off.

The word 'leaving' caught me off guard, resulting in me bashing my head against the bunk above me when raising up. "Shit!" I shout rolling out of bed still wrapped in my quilt, which I won form the beanbag toss competitions. Griff stood at the cell door speechless as I stumbled over to him, tripping over my patterned quilt. "Your gettin' out?" I ask wiping my eyes, voice still groggy. Which he stood there, staring at me. Griff also confused spoke, "yeah, I got accepted into a camp program" he mutters. Still processing I assume, roaming his hands through his messy hair as he plopped down on my bunk. "Oi, you alright?" I ask laying next to him, sharing my quilt with the boy. "I think so. This is a good thing right? I'm getting out of this place. That's good." Griff repeated, a hint of worry taking over him. "Yeah Griff, it's a good thing." I reply giving a reassuring smile. Griff wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in close. 

 Which confused me, I haven't been hugged in, well pretty much ever. Nor have I seen Griff hug anyone. However I managed bury myself into his chest bare chest where his orange suit was opened, absorbing his warmth before the officers came. "You sure your alright?" I ask once more, earning a nod from the brunette, who's arms are still tightly wrapped around my waist and holding me close. That's when I hear the overly loud stomping trailing down the halls, Officer Gina, who acts as if she's the queen. 

The lady is no more then her fellow Chav coworkers. "Isabella!" She uttered, as Griff rushed back to his bunk yanking me out of mine since he was wrapped in my quilt. "Ouch you slag" I spat, rubbing my head where it clashed with the hard floors. "Sorry love" Griff whispered laughing into his mattress. "Hell are you doing on the floor? Get your sorry ass up blondie!" Officer Gina  spat again. "Well if you must know, your horrid voice left me scared shitless, also I prefer Blondette."  I taunted, a stupid smirk plastering my face. "Yeah? Well I'm about to beat you shitless. Now hands behind your back." Officer Gina sassed unlocking the cell door. This specific officer hasn't seen me in months, the only time we meet is when.. "Let's go!" The old lady shouted in my ear. I flashed a sarcastic smile to Griff, and that's when he realized exactly what was about to go down. He jumped off the top bunk, rushing to the bars, shaking them and banging on the walls, "no stop! Don't take her!" He screamed as if it would change anything.

Officer Gina lead me through multiple sets of halls, enough I lost count of how many stairs we've climbed until we arrived to literal hell. Or the pit, hell hole, life or death whatever you wanna call it. Life or death fits the situation I'm about to be in. "Don't loose. If you win I'll get you to that stupid camp your little boyfriend is going to." she spat once more tossing me into the pit where I was met with another girl. She looks older then me but my size, angry. She craves this, but I'm a hot headed girl who did this for living, literally. Here it is fight or die, Ive rarely ever lost a fight. Only difference is now I have to fight not only for myself, but to attend camp Kikiwaka with Griff.