(You're Kyle!!)

Its been a few weeks since you've gotten dropped off into Juvie. It's hard trying to fit in, having issues and such. Your bunk mate kind of makes you restless with the uncontrollable twitching every night, making the bed rock atop. But its tolerable, he talks to you sometimes. Gets on your nerves, and you retort back.

Today was family day. Nothing special, you already pleaded Mr. Mackey to give you chores instead of celebrating. Since, its pretty depressing just sitting on a bench outside without anyone to greet you. It would make everyone else upset at the sight when the day is supposed to be a nice escape from being a prisoner.

In the library, where you were rearranging some books and placing new ones ontop of the shelves, you could overhear an Officer talk to another inmate. "Youre late, Marsh."

He'd spit, you knew who Marsh was. Hes in your unit, Stan, he knows who you are as well, it wouldn't take a genius to recognise your fiery lock of red hair. Stan approached a shelf nearby after apologizing to officer Dawson, who soon then gave him instructions on what to do. It seemed like Stan didn't want to join in with family day, making you groan internally. Not by how sad it sounded, by how your sweet alone time would be less sweet and alone. Along with the chores being done more faster from x2 the hands helping rearrange books.

Clearing his throat, Stan murmured once he mustered up enough courage to speak to you. "You're here too?" Breaking the awkward silence between them both once he got close enough for you to hear him, as he continued to focus on putting books onto the empty shelves with care.