A Swords Tale: The Beginning ( Postponed)

Chapter One: The Long Stroll

I, sit down in a chair alone with my handcuffs on my hands and my swords hiding at my side ready to protect myself at all times. Looking out the window as the world's white coat starts to melt and green spots noticeable throughout the forest. My long brown hair warming my back as I sit near the roughhousing boys that are making a racket and practically beating themselves up.

One boy ,maybe around thirteen years old, with a black eye and scars on his face lays on the floor being the victim. The police might help him, but I really doubt it. All the other boys are bruised, on the floor, scarred, or beating the others up. I hope the girls aren't like them.

The dull boring gray bus with a single black stripe that shows the word Juvie in white. The wheels are and were making such a racket people have said some have gone deaf, and I can agree, the wheels need to be fixed. They might pop or make the bus crash.

Juvie is the nickname I gave Juvenile Prison along with some other people who have had the idea. It makes Juvenile Prison sound less scary than it really is. Helps me cope with others so I don't hear jail or prison ever again, I've heard it all my life.

Suddenly,the bus halted to a stop and I launch forward, making me knock my head to the hard seat in front of me nearly making myself go out cold. I almost could have ended up next to the trouble makers passed out. I would have had to be carried to Juvie , by a boy, that's the worst thing i'd want to happen to me. A shiver went down my spine as I shake my head mad and I poke my head above the seat wondering what in the world happened or if it was a trick of some kind. Whatever it was I wasn't happy about it.

"Sir! Why did you do that and I hope you don't mind explaining why we're so far away !" I snap at the bus driver not seeing his scrawny face and not caring about the boys giggling behind me. I only cared about what I would do to escape Juvie.

"I could have stopped more slowly but I like it when you guys walk to Juvenile prison, it makes me happy when I see you tired for the jobs you guys have there," He smirks not letting me see it. Even his voice sounds old and scrawny.

Maybe if he is that old I can escape on the path to the cells , but he could call backup. Well, with my swords, I'll be fine in the forest.

" What do you think this is ? A limo? All rides aren't going to be smooth, girl." A boy comments behind me as I sigh, then answer back mad, but not fast enough.A brown haired boy around thirteen years old with dark brown eyes snaps at the boy.

" Leave her alone, she didn't do anything to you so you have no right to say that to her." His hands were tied behind his back.

The boy growls back low," I have the right to say whatever I want , John. Your staff can't help you know , can it?" He talks loud again," If I had to be the judge. I'd say you like her." The others coo and John rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

" You all are complete morons, all of you," He whispers," even Jake."

"What did you say John?" A older boy whips around to face John and Sapphire growling loud and they both look at her and she stood up and start heading towards the door not wanting to hear anything else. I can handle myself. I miss the chance to see if the driver was ready for the surprise of me escaping or not. It looks like his torture is helping me escape the death trap. I'm not even supposed to be here. I was framed for killing my mother, even though it was my rotten ,cold hearted, father, when I was six.

All of the boys get up from their seats , nudging the ones passed out on the floor awake giving them sneers, and some glaring at the back of my head .Then, the others start heading to the door and still following me, but John is in the back. Whispers and snarls are heard behind me ,knowing they are going to do something bad to me , or John.