So I found this and I had written it a couple months ago and figure its not that bad.

So R&R!

And if you look in my profile you'll see a link for how the characters look if you want to see.


But all in all, I'm better off.

Elijah stood, stark naked, with half a dozen other boys all around his own age, all in the same state he was. His dark, stone gray eyes looked straight ahead, like the drill sergeants had yelled at him too. He half listened to one of the sergeants yell, for the numerous time, at a kid who had dared to look away.

Fucking bullshit. Elijah thought, wanting more than anything to cover up his body with anything. His brain was going into overdrive as thoughts of exactly why he was here flashed by. Don't blow it El, stay calm. His eyes slid to the left a little, watching for only a second as others passed them by and either gave them pity filled looks or amused smirks.

"What do you think you are doing?!" Elijah's gaze snapped back in front of him, cursing himself mentally for being so weak as to looking away. "That's better you little worm! If I see you look anywhere but ahead of you I'll knock your ass across the floor! Do you understand me maggot?!" The drill sergeant yelled, right into his ear. Elijah's hands clenched into fist as his teeth ground into each other. "Do you want to hit me? Huh maggot?! I'll give you one free punch, right here in the jaw!" You'd like that, wouldn't you? Elijah thought angrily then unclenched his fist but kept grinding his teeth together. "That's what I thought! I'm only going to ask this one more time! Where do you look maggot?!" He screamed and Elijah had to mentally remind himself not to step away from him.

"Sir, straight ahead, sir!" Elijah's strong, slightly raspy voice was almost covered up by all the other yells from the other boys coming from the small hallway. The drill sergeant nodded in approval and stomped up to some other half wit who had dared to try some smart-alec comment.

"Listen up boys!" Everyone kept their stare straight ahead as the voice came from their right. Elijah hadn't notice this voice before and would rather been called a maggot then called a boy in that tone of voice. "This is your last chance before you are shoved off to a real juvenile facility. So don't screw it up. Got that?" While the other sergeants had to yell to get their point across this one talked stone-cold way that got the point across way clearer then any yelling could do.

"Sir, yes sir!" They all didn't say it at the same time but it seemed they were going to let that one slip, for now.

"Your life's are going to be a living hell." That was a promise, not a threat. "You will work everyday and you will take classes. You will get three meals a day, you will wear the same thing every single day. Once a week you will do some community service with your cell block and if your lead drill sergeant thinks you deserve it, you will be given play time. Which means you and your cell block will decide on one sport to play. Do you understand?" Elijah hoped that this guy was not his lead drill sergeant.

"Sir, yes sir!" Their voices were a little more together then the first time.

"I cant hear you!" Yet even with the seven guys screaming, this man was louder. His voice rang out like a siren, shaking everything in its path.

"Sir, yes sir!" Their voices now rang as one and Elijah felt strangely like a robot.

"Alright boys, get dressed." Clothes were thrown at them. Elijah caught his clumsily and hurriedly put the stingy dark blue boxers on first, then the white t-shirt, then the dark blue jumper. He held in a sigh, wondering if just going to juvvy would have been better.

The man who had addressed the boys just moments before walked down the long, dimly lit hallways. His boots made a loud thudding sound, that echoed down the eerily quiet hallway. His cold, light green eyes looked straight ahead. Hope these boys will be better then the last batch. He thought of the fight the last boys had gotten into, 5 out of 7 were sent to juvvy within the first two weeks.

He stopped in front of a plain wood door with a simple 'Sg. Brick' plank on the door. He opened the door and looked around the slightly messy office. His eyes rested on a body with their back to him. He took a quick step into the room, closing the door.

"Ahem." He said, his voice still booming like it had moments ago. The person lazily looked back at him and smiled, plopping down into his big, leather chair behind his desk. "What are you doing here Phoebe?" He asked, walking over to the desk and towering over the girl who took off her head phones and smiled innocently at him.

"Aw, uncle John aren't you happy to see me?" Phoebe asked, tilting her head to the side innocently. Her uncle gave her a menacing look which she just smiled brightly back too. "Don't you remember? I come live with you for summer, ever since I was five." Phoebe said. "Anyways, you didn't send a key and I couldn't get into your house." Even though you did, I just lost it. Phoebe added mentally.

"Fine, don't get into trouble though. I have rounds to make." Her uncle said, voice laced parental advice. Phoebe nodded and stood up.

"'Kay, I'll try." Phoebe said, her green eyes sparkling. Try, being the key word there. John stood tall for a moment before nodding and walking out. Phoebe waited a couple moments before standing up and walking out also, her head phones hanging loosely around her neck as her IPOD player was placed neatly in her pocket.


Elijah stared in disgust at the food and watched two drill sergeants talking across the large cafeteria. His cellmate laughed and elbowed him lightly in the side.

"You'll get use to it." Elijah doubted that but sucked it up and ate, he probably would have eaten a horse by that time because he hadn't had any food for two days. "So how do you like it here so far?" Elijah looked to his cellmate as he chewed on the meat-like substance, trying hard not to think of what it might have been at one time. Casey Trump was Elijah's cellmate. A tall, lanky guy with a permanent smirk placed on his face and his head shaved bald. Casey had deep set dark brown eyes and whenever Elijah looked at him he always thought of a dog you hadn't fed in a while.

"Its okay I guess." Better then the streets. Elijah admitted mentally, remembering sleeping on benches, in alleys, sometimes not sleeping for days at a time. Casey nodded, already knowing by the tough look on Elijah's face that this was a lot better then where he came from. "When are we going to met the drill leader?" Elijah asked, downing his cup of water in a second. Casey scratched the top of his head and glanced around.

"You never really know, Sergeant Brick is just that kind of guy. He's pretty cool, a lot better then others but don't take him lightly, he could probably kick anyone's ass." Casey mused thoughtfully. Elijah guessed by the way Casey talked, that he had been here for a while.

"Hey, Cas, did you tell 'im 'bout his niece?" Elijah briefly looked at the owner of the rough jersey voice before looking back at Casey for an answer. Casey's smirk widened as he glanced over at the guards.

"Watch your mouth Monty." Casey said quickly. Elijah's curiosity was clawing at him but he held his questions, Casey would tell him. The guy by the name of Monty quickly glanced at the guards also and nodded but everyone had leaned in to hear what Casey was about to say. "See, Sergeant Brick has a niece that comes to stay with him every summer. Since most of the guys here haven't seen girls in months, she's like a breath of fresh air but if one of the other sergeants hear you talking or looking at her, they'll whip your ass so bad you wont be able to walk straight for a month." Casey said in a low, silky voice. Elijah contained his laughter.

"Have you ever seen her?" Elijah asked, looking at his empty cup then back at Casey.

"Yeah, had the joy of her smiling at me. 'Course I had slob duty for two months after the stunt I pulled to get her to smile at me but it was worth it." Casey said, nodding to himself as in agreement with whatever stunt he did. "See, everyone has this deal going whoever can get her." Elijah looked over at Casey then at the older guys at the table who nodded in agreement.

"Sex?" One of guys that had been with Elijah when they first arrived here asked, his eye brows shooting up at just the thought of it. Casey, along with the older guys, snickered at this shaking their head.

"Yeah right! Whoever can get her to talk to them." Casey answered, letting another snicker out as if the idea of sex was ludicrous. Elijah wondered why everyone was making a deal for just a girl talking to them, he had had tons of girls talked to him before what makes this one so different?

"Talk?" The same guy that had asked the question before, said in disbelieve. "What's the big deal with her talking?" He asked, shaking his head.

"Well smart ass, did you not hear a word I was saying?" Casey asked with a scowl. Elijah was wondering the same thing but didn't feel like getting on his cellmates bad side this soon. 'Smart ass' looked a bit offended, not to mention angry.

"She doesn't talk to anyone, except the guards and nobody has really heard her talk. Its just a thrill here, to see which person can get her to talk to him." Elijah looked at the guy talking. He was on the short side but made up for it in bulk. He was black but had green eyes and sounded ten times more educated then most of the guys here. He sat to the right of Casey where Elijah sat across from both of them.

"What do you get if you get her to talk to you?" Elijah asked, picking up a piece of stale bread and biting into it. Casey's eyes roamed around then flickered over to Elijah, a large smirk planted on his face.

"Anything you want." Casey said, his smirk growing larger. Casey reminded Elijah of a con-artiest, he could probably get anyone to do anything and it seemed like all the guys held a certain respect for Casey.

"Anything?" Elijah asked, slightly confused but still held that rock-solid look that made most people cringe and keep away from here but since most of the guys here held the same look nobody really gave it a second thought.

"Well, anything you can get in here. Cigarettes, any balls, posters, pictures, pop, you know anything. You don't ever have to pay for something." Casey said while cracking his knuckles in anticipation. Elijah nodded, feeling the sudden urge for a cigarette. Casey looked swept his eyes over his new cell mate, taking in his appearance for the first time. Unlike many 'Correctional Facility's' Dankster, the facility they were all currently in, didn't make anyone cut their hair so Elijah's black hair was long and fell into his cloudy blue-green eyes. Elijah licked his bottom lip and ran a hand through his hair.

"Could someone get a piercing?" Elijah asked thinking about his lip ring which they made him take out. Casey stuck out his tongue, revealing a silver bell through his tongue.

"Need a ring for your lip?" Casey asked after pulling in his tongue. Elijah nodded and Casey rubbed his chin which had a five o'clock shadow. "Its going to be costy, the Sarg. wont mind though, as long as you stay on his good side." Casey said, now scratching the back of his neck and running the numbers in his head.

"How do I get money?" Elijah asked.

"Volunteer work. Some of the guards will pay you and you get money for getting straight A's and not mouthing off to the teachers. They like to give the kids here money so if they get out they'll have a little something to help them out." Casey answered.

"A lip ring will cost you 20 dollars." Elijah looked over at the black guy and was reminded of one of his best friends when he was younger.

"But since we love you so much." Casey winked at Elijah which in turn made him a bit uncomfortable. "We'll give it to you early, you give J.R here five dollars every other week and until then you can service us." Elijah's eyebrows furrowed together as he looked around him.

"Ignore him Ellie, he juss' likes messin' wit' the newbies." Monty said, slapping Casey on the back when he stood up to throw away his trash.

"Yep, I'm straight as a-"

"Circle." Monty said with a smirk. Casey's face scrunched up and everyone at the table laughed heartily. J.R. noticed that Elijah's mouth twitched, looking as if he wanted to smile and laugh along but willing himself not too.

Casey was just about to make another comment but his eyes caught a figure on the high beams that lead to the central office. When Casey stopped laughing everyone followed his gaze and instant silence soon followed. Elijah turned around and looked up to the high beam, seeing a girl with brown hair tied in two long braids that reached the middle of her stomach. Headphones were placed on her ears and her head bounced slightly with whatever song she was listening too.

"That the niece?" The guy who had come with Elijah asked. Casey smirked and nodded.

"That's her." Casey answered.


So how was it?

Beta-Reader needed.

I only need the Beta-Reader to be quick, I'm not patient at all!!!