Ashes, Oh Ashes

Ashes to Ashes

A/N: Hello everyone! I know Ashley seems like a Mary-Sue (and I'm not sure why), but she doesn't act like one. I swear she isn't, but you have to read past the first chapter to see that. 

~Thanks (:

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We all remember her first day, her arrival. She was a decent height for a girl of seventeen. Her dark, bouncy curls moved as she did- giving her a delicate, adorable look. She was the attractive kind of girl- the kind that all the guys either wanted to use or be friends with. But she wasn’t a slut, and besides, she was smarter than that. Whenever a guy started hitting on her, she’d smile sweetly and put them down sharply with her quick-witted tongue.

Why she was here in Juvie, we couldn’t figure out. When we asked, she shrugged, smiling that angelic smile of hers. At first, we thought she simply didn’t want to tell us. But then, later I figured it was because she really didn’t know. Maybe she had a repressive memory or something.

She was kind. Sweet. Too kind and too sweet to be a juvenile delinquent. She was nice to everyone- the kind of nice that even the meanest, bastard-est , hard and cold juvies got along with. We all liked her, no doubt, but there seemed to be too much enigma floating around her.

She paid attention to all the lessons that the stupid teachers tried to pound into our heads, and actually attempted her homework. I wasn’t even sure that the faculty here knew her reason for being in such a horrible place like this. Even if they did, it was confidential, so we wouldn’t have been told. Even though our records were constantly announced through public newspapers. How ironic.

I flicked out my cigarette. James, beside me, hopped off the picnic table and stamped it with his foot. He only did that when he was insanely bored. We were waiting for our group’s instructor to get here. We waited outside for him every day, so we could leave to get breakfast.

He stretched and yawned.

Ashley stood before us. She was the girl I mentioned earlier. She stood straight and tall- like a proper lady would, with her hands together in a fashionable manner. She stood with her legs together- unlike all the other girls here, and wore her usual amiable smile.

I kinda had something to brag about. I had made friends with Ashley first- so she typically hung around me and James. Sometimes Henry too. But he only came on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Today was Wednesday.

She stood quietly- for she mostly only spoke when spoken to. She wasn’t like the other girls here- who swore, drank, were promiscuous, did drugs and committed corruptive and petty crimes. She only occasionally swore, disliked most alcohol, apparently only slept with one guy, had a clean record (apparently not since she was here) and probably had the cleanest and purest blood out of all of us here.

“God, it’s freezing out here. When is Smith getting here?” James grumbled. He was the complainer.

I shrugged. “Few minutes.”

“You always say that.”

“I’m sorry?” I smirked. My attention was diverted to Tyrone and Martinez, who were bickering like always, cussing and swearing each other.

Ashley sighed, so I turned back to her. Her gaze was off in the distance, taking in the early gray sky. It was mid-December. I think she liked the cold. She wore a thin jacket-black, over her black and white mini-dress that puffed out at the bottom, almost like a tutu. She normally dressed in that Lolita style. She wore plain black stockings under her dress, with platform leather boots.

“Hey Ash, wanna sneak me some opium?”

Her eyes lazily flickered over to Brandon, who had come up, cigarette in mouth.