Never give up

Slammer time

I walk out of the homestead the find Newt and Minho wandering outside. I quickly walk up to them and see that the both of them have worried expressions on their faces.
"Hey guys, how did the gathering go?" I ask
"We don't know, Alby is going to call us back later to deliver the verdict." Newt says.
"I take it that's not a good thing?"
"As Newt said, we don't know. When we go back in, you're coming with us. We don't usually allow people to be there but seeing as there has technically already been a gathering so you can come this time to hear what Alby says." Minho says.
"Ok." Is all I say. I join then on their walk around the glade. I never seen something so big before. Or at least I can remember. I see Alby come out of the homestead. I point over to him, showing Newt and Minho. They begin to walk over to the homestead and I have to jog to keep up.
"Guys, remember that I'm here." I say to them, they both turn around and stop for me to catch up. We walk into the room that the gathering must be held. There is a single chair in the middle of the room while the rest of the chairs make a semi-circle around the single chair.
"It looks like circle time." I say to no one in particular. Newt and Minho stop in their tracks and both look at me with wide eyes, two seconds later they burst out laughing again.
"What? All I said was it looked like circle time!"
"We know, it's what you said. Take your seat in the middle and don't say anything unless you want to get chewed out by Alby." Newt says. I take my seat in the middle and I watch Newt and Minho take their's. Soon after, the other keepers come in and take their seats. It's now or ever. I think.
"I have come to a decision, seeing as you shanks couldn't. The greenie will be in the slammer the rest of today and the whole of tomorrow. She is to be let out after the doors close. Any question?" Alby says.
I raise up my hand like a five year old, "what is a shank? Also what is it about doors? I don't see any and what in the Hades is the slammer?" I say while counting it off on my fingers.
"You'll find out soon, now it's slammer time." Alby says. I stay seated in my chair, not wanting to move. Two people come up to me and grab my my arms. I start to panic and thrash about. Two more people come forward and grab my legs and lift me up. This sends me into overdrive. I start screaming and plead to be put down. I nearly whack my head off the doorway, trying to get out of their grasp. I hear Newt shouting at Alby and Minho shouting at the people carrying me, I can't make out anything they're saying but I briefly know what they're saying. Five minutes later, our little troop has a; bleeding nose, a scratched face, a black eye and a broken ego, (not me of course). I hear a door open and I'm thrown into a room with four cement walls. I hit my head on the floor but not hard enough to lose consciousness. I stand up and say.
"Thank you for your consideration." I do a mock bow to show my 'appreciation'. Some boy turns around and says.
"Your welcome." He walks away with the rest of them. I sit in the lop-sided chair, slammer time begins.