MISFITS- Nathan Young

Day One

It was bullshit. She'd been doing graffiti for God knows how long, and now she gets caught for it. She was glad she had least hadn't been put in jail, but now she was stuck with doing an infinite amount of community service hours. The jumpsuit they'd given her was absolutely disgusting too. Bright orange with 'Community Payback' in big bold letters on the back. There were way too many pockets and it was too baggy for her liking. God, she hated this already. And she'd only just gotten to the community center.

There were a few other people there already, all getting dressed into the ugly thing, but Annabelle paid no mind to them as she walked past the lockers and into one of the stalls. No way in hell she was going to change in front of all these people. As she slipped into the stall, she shed herself of her jeans and top, stuffing them into her backpack before stepping into the jumpsuit. She was glad she'd worn a belt, at least that way the stupid outfit wouldn't make her look too fat. The young woman slid her phone into one of the pockets, making sure it wouldn't fall out. She had to admit, the pockets were deep and it was sort of nice. A good contrast to regular women's pockets. Part of her was extra glad she was in the stall because it meant she got to slip her little red lighter and pack of cigarettes into the breast pocket of the jumpsuit.

Annabelle fished the black belt she'd stowed away into her backpack out and wrapped it around her waist until it was as tight as it could go before securing it with a soft sigh. There. She was done. She grabbed her backpack from off the hook of the stall door and stepped out into the locker room, walking off towards the locker number she'd been assigned. 32. The red-head stuffed her backpack inside and shut the door- only giving a brief glance to the boy beside her- a rather average looking man with a baseball cap on before she walked out.

Once everyone had finished up inside the locker room, they were all ushered outside by the probation officer, a man named Tony. That's where Annabelle got a better look at some of the other people there. The boy with the baseball cap was standing with his arms crossed to her right. Next to him was a taller boy with only half the jumpsuit on, the upper half tied around his waist. His torso instead clad by a gray wife-beater which let his muscles show. She recognized him from somewhere, but she couldn't remember from where.

To her left there was an even taller man with curly hair and his hands in his pockets. Then there was a girl leaning back against the railing with heavy makeup, big hoop earrings, and her blonde hair pulled back so tight in a ponytail it gave Annabelle a headache just looking at it. 'Looks like a chav.' She couldn't help but think. Then there was Alisha Daniels, a girl Annabelle somewhat knew from school. The only reason she knew her name was because she was so damn popular for being so pretty. And she was, she was so gorgeous it was almost irritating. With her curly brown hair, slim figure, and nice makeup.

Next to Alisha was another kid she recognized. Simon. She couldn't remember his last name. Bell, or something. An odd kid she mostly remembered because everyone called him a freak. She'd talked to him a few times, and he was nice enough, though she definitely understood why everyone thought he was weird. He was awkward and quiet and always fidgeting.

Annabelle was suddenly snapped out of her thoughts as Tony spoke. "This is it," He said, glancing around at the group of young offenders. "This is your chance to do something positive. Give something back. You can really make a difference to people's lives. That's what community service is all about. There are people out there who think you're scum." Annabelle caught the blonde girl making a face out of the corner of her eye.

"You have an opportunity to show them they're wrong." Tony finished, and almost immediately the curly haired kid spoke up. "Yeah, but what if they're right?" He questioned, an Irish accent adorning his voice. The blonde chick turned her head to continue making her face, her nose wrinkling a bit more at the boy's words. "No offense," Curly head continued, looking past Annabelle and towards the boy in the cap. "But I'm thinking some people are just born criminals." Cap kid looked rather irritated with that. "You lookin' to get stabbed?"

Curly head looked back to Tony. "You see my point there?" Though Tony didn't have time to reply before a phone began to go off. Alisha fished her phone out of her pocket and brought it up to her ear, twirling a curl around her finger. "Hi." Tony attempted to ignore her and continued with his stupid little speech. "Doesn't matter what you've done in the past,"

"Doin' my community service," Alisha spoke, ignoring Tony's firm 'hey'. "Boring as fuck."

"Excuse me. Hello, I'm still talkin' here." The probation officer interrupted, causing Alisha to look away from her call. "I thought you'd finished." She replied, raising her brows a bit in irritation. Her irritation seemed to radiate off onto Tony. "You see my lips still moving? That means I'm still talkin'." He huffed which caused curly head to speak up again with an amused smile on his face. "Yeah. But you could've been yawning... or... chewing." Tony let out a breath through his nose, turning his attention back to Alisha. "End the call. Hang up!"

"My probation worker." Alisha spoke into the phone. Annabelle nearly rolled her eyes. Why couldn't she just put her stupid phone away so they could get this over with? "All right there, weird kid?" Curls spoke up, his eyes now on Simon. The brunette in question just blinked a bit before looking away. "Don't be disgusting. I'll call you later." Alisha laughed before finally put her damn phone away. Curls moved past Annabelle towards the cap kid to make a kissy sound which earned him a, "I will rip out your throat and shit down your neck." Annabelle wrinkled her nose at the image, shuffling away which landed her closer to the blonde chick.

She didn't bother listening to Tony anymore, who was still attempting to go on with his speech. "Can I move to a different group? This isn't gonna work for me," The athlete looking boy suddenly spoke, sending a disgusted look towards curls and cap kid who were now scuffling a bit. That's when Annabelle realized how she knew him. Curtis Donovan. He was an athlete, who had gotten arrested for some kind of drug shit. She hadn't read much on it, hadn't had much time and hadn't cared enough. She knew he was a runner though, which made her assume it was steroids. "Um.. what makes you think you're bettah than us?" The blonde chick beside her spoke up, and Jesus, her accent was heavy. It caused curls to look away from his fight, thick brows furrowing as another amused smile came to his lips. "What is that accent?" He laughed.

Though Annabelle didn't think he had much room to talk. "Is that for real?" Curtis chuckled. The blonde girl huffed. "Are you tryin' to say somethin'?" She lifted her chin. "It's... that's just noise. Are we supposed to be able to understand her?" Curls looked at Tony like it was a genuine question that the man would be able to answer. "D'you understand that?" Blondie rolled her eyes, turning her head away as she stuck up her middle finger and Annabelle couldn't help but snort out a laugh. The other woman glanced at her, her lips twitching up a bit in amusement.

"I think she likes me," Curls grinned to Cap Kid as he wrapped an arm around his shoulders. The action only infuriated the other man as they immediately started to fight again. This time Tony rushed forward to break them up, shouting at them. Alisha and Blondie began to laugh, and Annabelle joined along. The sight of the two boys scuffling over literally everything was just too funny. Maybe the other girls weren't too bad.