Misled

2. 'Welcoming'

2. 'Welcoming'

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The drive to Justice of Youth Juvenile Delinquent center took longer than I thought. Apparently it was in Oregon where as I live in Idaho. The officer's, who I learned are Mitch, Chubby, and Rowan, Stick, told me that JYJD allows the teens there to still wear their own clothes which mainly consisted of sweaters and boots because of the climate.

We would still be educated, so there was no slacking off. We would have to participate in activities like running outside, exercise, and group activities. The age was from thirteen to eighteen. Teens were in there for all sorts of reasons. Murder, (until they were old enough to go to jail), stealing, running away (the workers would help the teens), as well as suicidal teens, even teens who had issues mentally.

They also said that JYJD was like a regular high school with its cliques. Only instead of it being on a scale of most popular to the non-popular it was the people who did the baddest things to those who did almost nothing compared. The only other 'cliques' were the mentally troubled who liked to keep to themselves.

When I asked why I was going all the way to Oregon instead of a juvenile delinquent center in Idaho, they said that the one in Oregon was a better choice for rebellious robbers...

Ever so often I would say, "It wasn't me it was the pig I call my sister.", which at the beginning made them laugh but now every time I said it they'd jack up the walkie-talkie spewing absolute nonsense. Hearing me blabbing is probably better than hearing, 'doughnuts on sale at Dunkin' Doughnuts.'

Once I made the mistake of saying "Hey Mitch how 'bout we make a pit stop for some doughnuts.", which only made Ch-Mitch madder. In which I replied "Opps. My bad."

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I woke up to muffle talking. The sun was beaming into the car window. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. I hate the morning...and bugs. Ew. I looked out the window and cringed at the sight.

C-Mitch was talking to a woman in a red ruffled shirt with a white cardigan and boot cut jeans. She finished the outfit with simple white heels and a white scarf. She pinned up her brown hair up so it would stay out of her face.

But that's not the sight I was cringing at. What I was cringing at was Mitch's butt crack. I tapped on the window with my forehead. Mitch turned around to look at me with narrowed eyes. He opened the door. "What?"

"Your belt there isn't doing you justice." I said gesturing to his belt with my head. Mitch cocked his head. "I mean I can see your butt crack and I'm pretty sure Susy-Lou over there can see it too." I gestured to the women who nodded in agreement.

Mitch's cheek's turned bright red when he pulled up his pants. The women behind him cleared her throat before speaking, "Hello Miss Walker. I'm Cynthia Miller. I am one of the teachers her at Justice of Youth Juvenile Delinquent center. I will be showing you around this evening and explaining some simple rules. Okay?"

"Yes ma'am." I replied. "But can I ask a question?" The women nodded. "When can I get uncuffed? This stuff hurts, and I feel really uncomfortable."

Cynthia chuckled, "You're calmer than most of the students that arrive here." I shrugged.

"That's only because I didn't do anything." I said. "But don't get me wrong. I'm still pretty pissed for being arrested when I didn't do anything." Cynthia gave me a small smile.

"Denial. First stage." I cocked my head to the side. "Never mind. Mitch," Cynthia pushed Mitch forward. "Uncuff the girl." Mitch nodded and stepped forward. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. He turned me around and uncuffed me.