Chapter 3: Juvie
Arial's POV
My court date came and went. Because I refused to give the names of who assissted me in the robbery, I was sentenced to juvenile detention until the age of 18. A little less than 2 years, considering the fact that I only turned 16 two months ago. Wesley, wasn't at my trial, but his parents were, I wonder if he told them the truth or maybe they already know. They've always been good at that kind of thing.
I never would have imagined myself being placed into a juvenile detention center, but is it sad that I'm honestly not surprised. I didn't put up a struggle as a pair of hadcuffs were slapped on my wrist and boarded the bus. I sat towards the back of the bus and stared at the window, it'll be a while before I can see the city again. The ride over to juvie was about an hour long, I'm pretty sure I have indents on my back now from the handcuffs being pressed there for so long.
The other juvenile deliquents and I were unloaded off of the bus alphabetically by last name and escourted into the detention center. The 6 of us were taken into a small room that led into a smaller room.
"Ambros, McCharter, and Ross, follow me." One of the patrol officers called out, opening the door that led into the smaller room. Hearing my last name called I followed the man into the room along with two other guys who were called.
There were two other men in work uniforms already in the room, my last name being McCharter I stood in between the two boys I came in with. The original patrol officer walked around us and joined his two colleagues. He stood there for a minute just examining us, as if daring us to lash out. No one did.
"Since the crimes you three committed all involved hand weapons and firearms, whether you personally were in possession of them or not, all three of you are required to be stripped and searched. One of the men explained, eyeing me specifically causing me to raise and eyebrow at him.
The same man walked forward and grabbed me roughly by the arm and dragged me to a corner of the room. I glanced over my shoulder and saw the same event occuring to the other two boys.
"Strip." The gruff man demanded, crossing his arms, eyes trained on my body.
Biting my tongue, I couldn't keep my hands from shaking as I removed my clothes. Letting my clothes drop to the floor I stood there naked in a room full of guys. I can't see this going wrong in any way, aren't there rules against this?
"Hands on the wall." The man demanded, without giving me time to react he shoved my back with his cold hand.
My hands made a loud slapping sound as I caught myself on the wall. I nearly cried out in surprise when he used his foot and roughly seperated my leg from each other. I heard the sound of three metal detectors as the men ran them along us searching for weapons. I jumped when I felt his cold hands began to creep along my body, wondering to my... secret places. Gritting my teeth the entire time, I finally snapped at him when he kept his hands on my breats for longer than necessary.
"Watch the hands." I snarled at him.
The man let go but not before using one of his hands to slap my butt, hard. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him. "You watch you mouth little girl."
I cringed at the close proximity he was to my face. Without a second though I brought my hand up to wave his face away from me. Of course he slapped it away roughly, he then turned around after snapping at me to stay still, I gritted my teeth and did as I was told.
I awkwardly stared at the ceiling in order to avoid looking at the bare butts of the other two boys in the room. The pervert came back and thrusted two pairs of jumpsuits at me along with a pair of undergarmets. He told me to pick one and get dressed. I eagerly slipped on the underwear and sports bra, grabbing the black and white striped jumpsuit and threw it on, snapping the buttons closed clumsily in my rush to put clothes on. He informed me that the I was going to rotate everyday between the two pairs of jumpsuits.
I left my clothes there and the other boys and I were lead back into the other room with everyone else who were already wearing their 'new' clothes. The majority seemed to have opted for the orange jumpsuits as opposed to the stripes. From there we were recuffed and escorted to what seemed like the main building.
"You six will be left with Officer Mork and he will take over from there."
After a couple of turns and in the new building we were taken down a long hallways that lead to an office. Inside was a man, I assume he is Officer Mork. He was a mean looking guy, rather buff, he was also the type who appear shorter when sitting down but in reality Officer Mork is about 6 feet 4 inches.
His voice wasn't as deep as I had expected it to be, but had the same roughness as the rest. "Welcome, delinquents. I'm Officer Mork, I will give you a brief tour of the detention center and you will get a run down of the rules and regulations we have here. After that you will each be assigned your cell and cellmate."
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Teen Fiction"My 3rd grade teacher always told me that I would never graduate high school. That I was going to be a juvenile delinquent. In a way, I guess she was right."
