The phone call she was allowed was useless, because her foster mother wasn’t home. She was busy working and caring for the other girls and boys in her group home. I call it a group home, because every week a different group came into her house and was cared for by her mother-foster mother. She’d met some interesting crowds and from fighting with the boys and being told she was a TOMBOY earned her the name OUTLAW, because the police just couldn’t catch her if they could.

But, when she was caught, she’d find some way to escape, but there was no way of escaping this facility, because she was watched by heavy surveillance cameras that viewed every emergency exit, shower, cafeteria, and basketball court around. She was caught anywhere she went and she wasn’t allowed outside of the guards watch no matter what she did or where she went. She was watched.

The sound of the thunder, cracking across the sky, made her leap from her bed. To know that it was the thunder cracking, instead of an inmate breaking a bottle across someone’s head, made her start to cry. She missed her family and wished she could just go home to them. But, she had a price to pay for her actions, and there was a possibility that she may be serving a longer sentence than the judge charged her with. Personally, she didn’t care, but in someway, she did care.

She missed her friends and for the first time ever missed her teachers. They were so supportive of her and the things she did. She wished that she could’ve called them the moment she was kicking the girls’ ass, but it didn’t come to her mind to call someone she could call on. Instead, she was cheered on by some old friends to repeatedly kick a girl in her skull over and over again. It was like she was bleeding or anything, but she couldn’t died from repeated blows to the brain. She regrets any pain she caused her and would do anything to tell her.

She was hoping to at least see her at the hearing and apologize on her behalf, but the judge refused her requests and sentenced her to 90 days at a heavy institution, where she’ll be monitored 24 hours a day. It was either that or serve two years in juvie and she wasn’t about to spend anymore time than needed. She wanted out and she wanted out now.

At the sound of girls chattering and laughing, Tina’s focus went to the group of girls passing by her cell. There was one girl, she was tall about 5’6” and she was the best looking one. She was very feminine with pretty brown curly hair. She eyeballed Tina as she passed by, which made her other friends follow her gaze, making them wonder what was making her stare. The girls follow her gaze and look at Tina. She sat up on her cot just in case the girls would try and throw some contaminating on her or something. Whatever it was, she was prepared for whatever and wouldn’t go down without a fight.

“Who’s the new girl?” Yuneska asked. She was a Dominican girl about 5’2” and she was thick with wide hips that sway when she walked. She had the prettiest olive tone skin she’d ever seen.

“I dunno,” Bette replies, flashing Tina a smile.

“She’s cute,” Yuneska replies, giggling to Bette and the other girls.

“She is, isn’t she?” Bette asked, turning away and focusing on the guards coming her way. “I wonder will she join us tomorrow outside in the yard.”

“I don’t know. But, if she does, she’s mine,” Yuneska replies, rubbing her hands together.

“Keep it in your pants, Yuni. The last experience she needs is to be raped by a horny chica in lock up,” Bette replies, coming to Tina’s defense.

“Who said anything about rape? I was just going to talk to her.”

“Right, like you did the girl from Cali? If it wasn’t for me, you would’ve smashed her face into the concrete.”

“Hey, that was a mistake, Bette. I didn’t mean that.”

“Sure, you didn’t.” The girls continue down the long corridor.

Tina overheard the girls talking about her and feared leaving her cell. The Yuneska girl scared her shitless. She made a vow that she’d never leave her cell and would do anything to keep herself locked up.