You kept your head low as you begrudgingly walked into the community centre, a flimsy black tank top underneath your orange jumpsuit, the front tied around your waist. The probation officer watched you carefully as you walked inside, sighing. You rolled your eyes. All this for getting into a fight? The bitch deserved it anyway, that-

“We’re here.” Your thoughts were cut off by the gruff voice of the probation officer, opening the door to the locker rooms. All five teens heads whipped around - all dressed somewhat in the same orange jumpsuit. A blonde girl with smudged eyeliner (Kelly), another girl with frizzy hair and lipgloss (Alisha), a shy looking boy with a neat haircut (Simon), standing next to a stoic looking boy with a grey tank top (Curtis) and a cheeky, curly haired boy with olive skin (Nathan). Nathan looked you up and down, nudging Curtis with a smirk.

“Alright then. This is your new addition to community time. Don’t be idiots.” The probation officer said sternly, before shutting the door and whisking off. You looked around; your eyes lingering a little on Alisha.

“What then, you slag?” She snapped, putting her lipgloss in her pocket. You immediately averted your eyes, mumbling a sorry. Nathan chuckled.

“Well, another recruit!” The tall boy teased, walking over to you. He didn’t seem exactly rude or dangerous, just like another annoying boy your age. “You got a name?” Nathan asked, Kelly eyeing you with a sour look.