Curtis Cousin

New York

Christmas POV
I was sitting in a jail cell thinking about what I had just done. When I turn around I saw Dallas Winston, my best friend looking at me. He sat down and smiled at me. I smiled back. We hadn't even said a word before Charlie walked in saying, " So do you know what you did?" I nod my head. Charlie says, "So Dallas you're not talking anymore" as I looked into his eyes they were stone cold but when he smirked they went back to his normal devilish look.
FLASHBACK
I could hear my stomach growling as I walked into the grocery store. My dad was away at a military base; again, and my mom hadn't fed me in two days (she didn't care enough to do so). I hated to steal but I was starving, and since I was only 10 I had no way to make money. My heart felt like it was about to beat right out of my chest as I walked down isle 6 clutching my backpack nervously. After I had everything I needed I pretended someone was calling me and I left. I was about to turn into the ally when I heard a voice scream, "Stop! Little girl!". To say I was scared would be an understatement I ran like my life depended on it, but my short legs couldn't out run the long, strong legs of the cashier. He tackled me to the ground and everything went black.
Next thing I knew there was blood dripping down my face and I was in the waiting room of the local juvenile detention center in handcuffs.

"Christmas Curtis?" the lady at the desk asked. I stood up and walked to the desk. My hands were shaking.
A man in a uniform walked forward
" Hello I'm Charlie," he said, smiling slightly.
"Hi I'm Christmas," I said quietly.
"Follow me please."
As we walk in to the room I see boys no older the ten or twelve years old. But the weird thing is that there are no girls only boys. I looked up and I saw a sign that said "Boys Detention Facilities", so I asked Charlie,
"Why am I in the boys section?"
Charlie smiled and says, "there were no more open girls cells so we're going to put you in a cell with a boy your age."
I thought that was weird but I was too scared to ask any questions. We stopped at the seventh cell down and Charlie said "this is it, I'll come back to check on you when I can."
Charlie closed the door and I sat on a bench. As I looked up I saw on the opposite side of the cell sitting on one of the two cots was an attractive looking boy who seemed to be around ten or eleven years old. He looked up at me and we looked into each others eyes for a few moments. He had dark brown hair the same color as his mysterious eyes and a sharp jaw line. He was slouched over and I couldn't really make out his expression. I decided to start a conversation.
"Hey.. I'm Christmas Flint ".
" That's a unique name, I'm Dallas, Dallas Winston you can call me Dally." He responded in a tired voice.
"So how long you in here?" I asked.
" 3 months, how bout you?" He asked.
"Same, so I guess it's gonna be you and me." I replied.
He nodded. This is going to be a long 3 months.

End of flashback