My Little Delinquent

Big news

If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude.

-Maya Angelou

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Asher's POV

"Ash, Ash, Ash, Asher, I know you can hear me so don't ignore me. Come on its rude not to acknowledge someone when they're talking to you. Ashy, come on talk to your best friend. Ashy poo, I'll start singing, you don't want that do. Listen to me. Okay then you asked for it. Old McDonald had a farm and on that farm, there was a-"

"What do you want Noah?" I ask my lunatic best friend. Why does he have so much energy?

"Aw I wanted to sing but okay anyway have you heard the news ash?" Noah starts jumping up and down, bouncing back and forth around my room.

"No Noah, I have not heard the news, do tell." I reply with a bored tone taking out my head phones and sitting up on my bed so I'm leaning against the head board.

"There's a new guy coming tomorrow and he's going to be in your hall." My hall? Really?! I remove my gaze from my phone and look up at Noah my eyes wide.

"You're kidding right there's only me on this hall just as it's been for the past two years. It's for class 5 students." I remind him as though he's a child.

There are 5 classes in this school, well that's how the teachers prefer to keep track of us. Class 1 is for the kids who were sent here because their parents are dicks and can't be bothered to look after them.

Class 2 is for all the kids that break out of their house at night and their parents don't know how to deal with them so they send them here.

Class 3 is kinda the same as class as class 2 but these kids have a little more bite in them let's say, they are a little violent and just talk back all the time.

Class 4 is for the kids that have been sent hear due to a court order or have chosen this place over Juvie. They are also a couple kids here who've got some sort of medical disorder, like ADHD or OCD. I'm not shaming or anything, there actually quite cool people when you get to know them.

And finally, Class 5 is for people like me, we're classed as the volatile and dangerous people. However, there's only me here, the people in this school may look dangerous but are all just misjudged.

Noah is class 4 but he won't tell me why. I ask him occasionally but he just says that it's because its better than there. He's never specific on what there is but if he doesn't want to tell me, it's not my business.

"Yeah, I know it's pretty cool. The whole schools talking about it. This guy is said to be a bit crazy though as there upgrading the security systems and bringing in more guards." Noah suddenly stops jumping and looks over his shoulder as if someone's watching him, I look too to see no one there. Noah shakes his head and tells me that he'll be back later before leaving me alone in my room. What's up with him?

Shrugging I think back to what Noah just said. They're upgrading the security system and adding more guards? Why do we need extra guards? This guy must be really dangerous if he's causing the school to actually use money to make sure its stays safe.

"Boo!" Jax jumps out from behind my door and I jump, falling of my bed. "Ugh." I groan rubbing my head and climbing back on my bed sending my other best friend a hard glare. "Not cool dude." I mutter, running a hand through my hair.

"It was quite funny actually, it'll make a great Christmas card don't you think?" Jax turns his phone around and shows me a picture of me falling off the bed in a very uncool way. I push the phone away and send him another scowl. "Tone the scowl down dude, I was only messin' with ya." Jax sits on the other end of my bed looking at his phone.