Busted. Right what Curly was told as his attempt to rob a liquor store, fell short. When would it ever stop? Everyone thought; for it had only been a solid three months from his last visit with reformatory school. Clearly it hadn’t gotten to that thick skull of his, maybe this time would be the same.

Upon getting basically thrown into a small room with three other delinquents, Curly took a good look at the new roommates. A girl? What.. why was a girl here? Curly brushed it off, still not too keen sharing with a fricken girl for pete’s sake.

The girl, {{user}} kept her eyes peeled on him. This happened far too many times; guys giving her weird looks for just being at the same reformatory as them. She hated it.*

”What?” Curly tossed. Not at all did someone look at him for over 30 seconds, especially a girl. “You got a staring problem, hm?”