Welcome To The: BUNK

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         Training had ended fourty-seven minutes ago, a little more than an half a hour. Inmates either looking defeated or triumphant trickled thru the white bunk cafeteria doors, escaping the mass clumps streaming out in all directions. It was easy to trip in the clump and get injuried from the stomping feet.  I glanced down to the blue bag in my lap, holding my swipe card, clouths, bent cup, fork and the. . . gun. I need to find a better hiding spot for the weapon that was to close. Maybe i could hide it under the matress with the knife? No. To risky to hide two things in the same place.

     "Hey Tip, have you seen Lacy?" a voice asked from beside me. I turned my head away from staring blankly at nothing impartial. I looked up to see Jimmy standing before me. His voice twisted in concern and worry.

    "Not since this morning"

       "Are you sure? I cant find her anywhere. I think she might be mad at me" he said shoving his hands into his black baggy pants, kicking the front of his boot at the ground. Was he lying? Why would sweet bubbly Lacy be mad at him? They seemed alright together? Not clawing at each others necks?

     "Jimmy!" a knowing voice called. Jimmy muddered something under his breath then turned towards the calling high pitched voice.  I already knew who it was. The blond made her way over here, her shadows following close behined. I felt my fist curl around the nonbent cup in my hand. I guess i have another object to add to my collection of bent utensils. I watched at she clung onto jimmy rapping her arms around his arm, his face flared a ugle shade of red that contrasted against the white surroundings.

      "Come on jimmy! We'll miss the games if we breath the same air of this, trash" she hissed not even looking at me until the last word. Games?

     "Oh no, Tip made miss dork snippy bitch, mad Sheen! What ever will we do!" Ronnie said from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see Ronnie standing behind me, Sheen sitting on the table facing us a fake shocked expression on his face. Another new face showed up sitting next to Sheen, as i recognized as Benji. The kid Maggie had with her, when i first entered the enclave with Sheen and Travis.

     "Oh no, is defnetily right Ronnie! We better go hide under the tables! Run for your pathetic lives!" Sheen shot back in the same matter. Both expressing there hate and announce of her.

      "Shut up. I have never been so insulted!" Sophia snapped. His face twisting into a ugle sneer.

"You dont listen very much then, do you?" i couldn't help but point out, as it slipped from my control. The air got hot with tension and heated gazes. It was a stand still, in this moment you could clearly see the split between the two groups, also most three of the counted Bruce's followers watching from tables.

"Knock it off," low voice growled. Heads turned to see the third leader arrive, his dark eyes darted between the two sides but his stances stayed towering. He almost looked as tall as Travis under the bleaching lights.

"That's enough, everyone's just tired from training, lets not do something stupid we'll all later regret." Bruces firm voice was now in the space between the two stand still groups.

      "Of course Brucy," Sophia cooed smiling then turned letting go of Jimmies arm, instantly forgetting him as she walked away her shadows following. I looked up to meet Bruce gaze, then l looked away, a faint color speckled his cheecks, he then turned and disappeared into a clump coming into the room.

       "Have you seen Lacy, at all Ronnie?" he asked. I shook my head, there he was going again starting a flat fuse. The tension already building back up like a broken bunk pipe. I looked back up to see Jimmy was close to tears, his eyes glassing up shinning.