𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 | 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗

Chapter 6

Damnit.. where would I have been if I hadn't gone on that fucking street? Not juvie that's for sure. Ralph ran his hands through his hair as he sat on his bunk bed in his cell, staring at the ground, regretting every single decision he made. What if he hadn't seen that drug deal that day? What if he never found Kendrich Prince? There were millions of thoughts running through Ralph's mind.

"Come on! Time for dinner!" an officer yelled at Ralph through his cell, which made him jump a bit, before standing up and slowly walking over to his now opened cell door, making his way to eat in the cafeteria. People glanced at Ralph as he made his way to grab a tray and eat. "That's the new kid," one of the people whispered, "I heard he's workin' for Mr. Prince," another added on. When Ralph spun around with food on his tray he saw that the only available table was the one where the people were whispering to each other.

"Hey, you guys mind if I sit here?" everyone stared at Ralph when he asked that, and then one guy nodded, looking at Ralph like he was some sort of boss. There was an awkward silence at the table, because they were all shocked that Flagstaff's biggest dealer who even sold dope in school, was sitting in front of them. "So uh.. Ricardo, right?" one of the kids asked Ralph, he looked at them and shook his head while putting some food in his mouth, "no, it's Ralph." The guy that mixed up Ralph's name looked embarrassed, his cheeks were red. "You gonna keep selling once you're outta here?" another kid asked, "I mean selling weed is kinda what I do for a living now.. I work for this guy who said he would put a bullet in my skull if I ever betrayed him," Ralph put another scoop of food in his mouth. Everyone's eyes widened as they heard what Ralph had just told them.

As everybody was whispering to themselves, a guard blew his whistle, signaling for everyone to get back in their cells. Ralph stood up from the table and threw out his leftovers, then set his tray on the top of the trash can. As everyone got in their cells the lights slowly dimmed, it was time to go to sleep. Ralph was one of the unlucky few that had to share a cell with someone else, and since he just got in juvie his cellmate made him be the bottom bunk of the bed. Since everyone found out about who Ralph was during dinner, Ralph's cellmate decided to ask him about it.

"Pssst, you're Ralph, right? My name's Peter," the cellmate whispered, leaving a short echo in the cell, breaking the silence mixed with the sounds of crickets and owls in the night. "Yea, that's me, Ralph. What do you want?" Ralph responded in a tired voice. This night was a tiring one, he had to deal with so many questions, and they were all the same thing, "are you that guy?" Ralph was getting bored of answering that question. "Well I was just wondering if we could be friends, we get out on the same day, and I was looking for some business," Peter responded while Ralph was trying to fall asleep. "Alright, we can talk in the morning.."

5:13 AM - The sun begins to rise

Ralph opened his eyes as the sun shined in them, he sat up in the bed. Something tapped Ralph's forehead, it was Peter. "Well man, it's morning, so what are we talkin' about?" Peter asked Ralph, "why would you wanna be part of the weed business?" those words that came out of Ralph's mouth made Peter think for a second, "well it would be useful to have another dealer, right?" Peter asked, awaiting Ralph's response, "there's already three of us, so piss off," Peter looked offended, "well that's even better then! I mean like 4 dealers would be amazing, right?" it was clear that Peter wasn't going to stop until he was accepted into the pot dealing business. "If you really want to join, it isn't up to me," Ralph handed Peter a piece of paper that had Kendrich's phone number written on it, "when you're out just give this number a ring, see what my boss has to say to you."

The sound of keys ringing echoed through the entire juvie, it was breakfast time. A guard slowly made his way down the hall of cells, unlocking them one by one. "Go and eat your breakfast you little dirtbag," the guard said while looking into Peter and Ralph's cell, unlocking the door for them. The two boys slowly walked over to the cafeteria, where they would get a tray with food. The breakfast food at juvie didn't look appetizing at all. Man I'm really stuck eating this shit for a whole week.. I swear once I get out I'm finding those guys and beating the shit out of them. But not before I get a taste of that girl's lips again. Ralph smirked as he thought to himself. "You okay there, Ralph?" Peter asked while snapping a finger in his face, making him jump out of his thoughts and back into reality. "Yeah, I'm fine, just remembering what life was like outside of this shithole.." Ralph spoke with a mouthful of the disgusting breakfast paste they offered at juvie. Well it might be fun here, but I would still prefer freedom. Everyone was still looking at Ralph like he was on America's most wanted. Today there were some familiar faces, people that were caught at the party. Ralph overheard stories about how the Seniors went to an actual jail since they weren't 17 or younger.

"Okay! Breakfast is over! Now it's time for you guys to go do your chores!"