Chapter 9: Untouchable
                              It's been a few days since my interaction with my old posse. They called themselves the Triple X Girls, and I was once proudly one of them. The leader of that gang was Kylie Moss. She was a dirty blonde, six foot twig. Although she was basically the width of a stick, she still scared me to bits. I knew what they were all capable of. I've made eye contact with some of them a few times these past few days but the word around the whole centre is that I'm one of Barbie's minions now. Meaning that no one can touch me.
                               I became untouchable from that day I became a part of Barbie's clique. 
                              I had transferred from being a janitor to being one of the cooks in the kitchen. I quite enjoyed it and Barbie's minions aren't as bad as I thought they were. I guess they were like me; trying their hardest to fit in and make their time here as swift as possible, without any danger.
                              I met one girl, she was known as Daisy and she was so sweet. She was a tall girl with curly blonde ringlets who was absolutely gorgeous. She told me she went to jail for selling fake drugs to minors, leading one of them to become paralysed from running into incoming traffic. 
                              She told me she never expected something like that to happen since the drugs had no psychological effects. It just shows how powerful the brain is. She was only just trying to make money quickly so she could pay for her sick mother's hospital bills.
                              It made me reflect on how easy I actually had it in life. My family never had to worry about health care. 
                              Today is also the day both my parents are finally visiting me. I've lost count of how many weeks I've been here but I haven't seen my dad since I came.
                              To say I was both ecstatic and nervous was an understatement.
                              It was finally visiting hours and I went to the meeting rooms as I took a seat on one of the tables waiting for my parents to finally arrive. 
                              I sat for what seemed like hours until I saw two figures emerge from the doorway. They looked like they were in a rush. I looked at the clocked and noticed they were around forty minutes late. Wow it's nice to see they make effort for me. 
                              "Mum, Dad" I greeted as they walked towards my table.
                               I stood up ready for a hug but they just nodded at me and sat back down.  My heart internally broke. I really needed affection from my family right now. 
                              We only had twenty minutes and the majority of the time my mother was talking about my brothers. She told me the reason why she couldn't visit me was because my oldest brother Daniel had been promoted to another region and had to move. So therefore they had to help him move which was time consuming. I was happy for him of course but my only siblings could have come and visited me too. I guess they don't want anything to ruin their success and them visiting me at juvie could tarnish their images. Truthfully, I was just a waste of time to them. I was several feet buried beneath their achievements. 
                              My mother talked the majority of the time. Talking about all their fancy dinners with many different committees and how they are hosting the annual local ball for all the debutantes this summer which I was supposed to be a part of. My father never said a word. He looked like he would rather chew his own foot off than sit and have a decent conversation with his only daughter. 
                              I have always been a disappointment to him, even when I tried my hardest. I guess that's the reason I gave up trying. 
                              Visiting time was up and I noticed Seth was one of the JJC officers in charge of visits. We made eye contact but he looked away almost instantaneously when our eyes met. I frowned, he usually would have smiled but I guess he was freaked out about the fact that I was once a stripper. 
                                      
                                   
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Orange is not your colour - REWRITING!!!!
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