When Good Girl's Get Caught

Chapter 1~ How did I end up here?

I'm currently sitting on top of a cabin writing a journal on request by my therapist  for 'homework'.  He want's me to write about my emotions and that crap.  When I'm happy, when I'm sad, when I'm angry and how I control my feelings! I haven't been sent here for bloody anger issues!  He also wants me to reflect on my mistake and write what makes me feel insecure which is hard because I'm not insecure ... but before you wonder how I ended up here let me tell you what happened yesterday.

*flashback* 

"I declare that Rorianna will spend a total of 2 years at the Rehabilitation Of  Problem Youths foundation centre, she will not drive nor drink alcohol or get tattoos, if she is found doing any of the following she will be immediately sent to prison. Rorianna I hope you realize that we are doing you a favour here?" The judge turned to look and me and I just sighed and rolled my eyes at her, playing with my lip ring.  The Judge turned back to face the lawyers and Jury.  "All in favor raise your hand".  Every single person raised there hand.  Do none of these people sympathize with me? Do they not realize I'm being sent to a camp where they will ... strip me of who I am?

The judge slammed the hammer on her table and dismissed the room.  I was then ushered out by my current social worker who took me home to grab everything I need.

 

All I took was underwear, slutty clothes, earrings for every piercing and toiletries along with some of my favorite shoes.

"dear, what about books and school pencils , you will still have a curriculum at the school!"  I actually laughed out, she was stupid enough to think I actually went to normal school and even when I did I would just steal a pencil of some dork at the front, the other thing I laughed out loud at was the fact she said 'School'.  More correct, a rehab school. With criminals, stoners and what not! Do I really belong there? All I did was break a few rules?

The social worker hurried me out the house and before I knew it I was boarding a plane to Pitsburgh in Phili.

After hours of traveling I arrived.  The social worker had left me at my home town in Portland where I was then re accompanied by a burly heshe to Pitsburgh.  I gazed up at the great manor house building. And let me tell you it was massive, surrounded the great building were around 500 cabins which I guessed were dormitories.  500 cabins with 5 eople in each means how many students...

I have no freaking idea because I dropped maths 2 years ago, but then again what do I really care for hte number of people in the 'Rehab School' body. Before I could even look around I was whisked of to my therapist who I was told I would be seeing every 2 weeks on Thursday. 

after a whole 1 hour of spilling fake lies about my life to the therapist I was told I could explore but I'd have to do the task he'd set me at some point so I found a spot out of reach of people and am now sitting here with an empty journal. 

*flashback over*

What the hell am I supposed to writein this? I say to myself out loud.

"Just say you're happy, and that you're controlling your anger or what not.  They'll believe you." a deep husky voice that sounded like an angels voice from heaven above said from behind me.

I slowly turned around and saw a guy, about 18 sitting with his eyes closed enjoying the sun.  He had blonde hair and a lip ring which I approved of.  Involuntarily I start to gently chew on my lip ring as I check him out.  He had long legs and was dressed all in black.

"right, and how do you know that leggy" I say back.

"Okay first, don't call me leggy or I'll call you Inky.  My names Luke.."

"Perfect Leggy Luke" I state grinning.

"Shut up, Inky."

"how does Inky have anything to do with me?" I ask confused.

"Maybe the fact you've got ink all of your hands.." oh yeah.  On the journey I'd been doing my ink drawings and one of my pens broke on me causing a huge mess. Forgot about that...

"And that you have a tattoo on your wrist" I looked down andaw the tatt peering out my sleeve.

"whatever" I state. " I turn around to stare back indignantly at my new journal. "My names Rori by the way" I add.

"Okay Rori, I know they'll belive you if you right lies in that book because everyone new has one. so, I'm getting the vibe you're new" He winks a me and I just roll my eyes.

"Wow, rocket scientist over here" I say mockingly at him.

"What did you get sent here  for" he asked me.

"Judge said I was a problem child" I state, quite proud of the title. "and you?"

"I don't want to talk about it" he mumbled, a look of anger flash accross his face. 

After a few minutes of silence Luke asked me another question.

"Where's your cabin?"  I looked down at the schedule in my hand, a very precise one at that.  I'd been firmly told by my therapist that they are quick to punish here so I better not be late for anything.

"Cabin Dallas? isn't Dallas a city or anything?" Luke frowned at me. " It's a State in America, you're not very smart are you?"

I shrugged my shoulders.  " didn't go to school much"

"well Rori, you're in luck becayse my cabin in Dallas too, I'll walk you there." He jumped of the cabin roof and offered me a hand but I just jumped of casually ignoring his offer.  I am an independant woman, i don't need a mans help. 

"Let me just warn you, urm" he scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably, his arm muscles flexed through his tight shirt. "Everyone in our Cabin is a guy ... except you." I grunted.

Great.