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as I walked to the group they all put up their guns. "woah. hey um I talked to your pal over there and he said I could stay." I said backing up with my hands up. "Rick who is this" a pregnant lady said "this is... um I didn-" "Spyryte"  I cut Rick off "my name is Spyryte"

I finished and walked to a cell yelling "dibs on this one" "um but I've claimed this one already see" a boy my age said pointing to his stuff "Oh sorry that's an easy removal" I said smirking. "Well I don't know about you but we could share this cell since there are 2 beds" "fine but I get top" I said back with my tongue out like a 5 year old.

after I settled in I walked around outside. it seemed peaceful with out and of those things around. I sat down and started to hum 'All Alone' by my favorite band Fun..

'i fell In love

with a wind up souvenir

I bought her downtown

as I was on my way to meet you'

"she sounds like the songs I used.to sing to put you to sleep. but now that your gone she's all that I've left to hold." I heard a beautiful voice behind me sing. I turn around to see a girl not much older than me. "hi I'm Beth!" she said in a happy go lucky tone. "hi I'm Spyryte but call me Spy" I said shyly. "ok" "so you know All Alone"  "Ya kinda" "Oh ok then" "so have you met everyone yet?" "no can you show me around a little" "Ya just hold on a little bit I'll be back" "ok" I said as she went back in.

I sighed as I pulled out my old utility knife. it was small and worn down but my father gave it to me before he went to jail. I was ten at the time and he never came back home even after the two years he had to spend there. I opened it up to the small knife it had I leaned I on my finger till I made a small cut.

"don't do that to yourself " someone said behind me. I turned around to find the boy from earlier "what do you want" I groaned "I want you to stop hurting yourself please" he said pointing down to my finger that now has a larger cut. I quickly pulled my knife from my finger wiping the blood on my shirt. "I'm carl" "and I'm Spyryte but call me Spy" I replied blankly staring at my finger. "ok Spy um do you wanna take a walk" he asked shyly.

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