Under the Wing of a Dragon
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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,801
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Under the Wing of a Dragon
So, this chapter tends to be a little confusing with names and all so please bare with me it gets better I promise.
Day 1
“Jenna you’ve made me do this. I don’t know what else to do.”
Jenna stared out the car window as they pulled up to a large boarding house. It was going to be her prison, until she learned how to be a real person. Or at least, that’s what her mother said.
“So after you ditch me here you’re going off to Mexico with Dave aren’t you?”
Her mother sighed as a man walked towards their car from the entrance of the house. He was dressed in a suit and tie and walked like there was a stick up his ass. Yeah, this was going to be fun.
“I think Dave and I both deserve a little get away. We’ve spent the last eight months dealing with courts and corrections officers. They gave you a choice, either juvenile detention or this and you chose this.”
The man opened the car door as she slid out into the sunlight. She hated it. The air was too hot and too close to her skin. It seared her lungs when she breathed and burned her eyes until she was forced to squint.
“I am Mr. Stephens. Hand over any cell phones, I pods, mp3 players, or any other electronic device.”
She sighed and pulled out her cell phone, placing it firmly in his outstretched hand. She had left her mp3 player at home. She figured it would be taken away. He nodded as she grabbed her bags.
“Follow me then Ms. Barrows.”
He began to walk back to the house as she closed the car door; cutting off what little air conditioning she had available. Her mother’s voice carried through the glass window but she didn’t respond. She was abandoning her, giving up, placing her in the hands of their last resort. She was thankful when she passed through the giant wooden doors into the air conditioning.
“Leave your bags here; they’ll be taken to your room after they’re searched.”
She furrowed her brow as she obeyed, dropping her bags like dead weight on the fine marble floors.
“Searched for what?”
He smiled at her warmly as he led her down the hall.
“Weapons, electronics, anything that can be used to hurt others or contact the outside world.”
Yeah, this was going to be LOTS of fun. He turned suddenly into a large entertainment room. There were various couches and chairs, and an entertainment center, devoid of a television. DVD’s lined the walls but no DVD player, and a sound system with no stereo attached to it. And spread to the three corners of the room, the farthest points away from each other they could find, were three, equally unenthusiastic boys. Jenna’s heart sank; this was going to be fan-fucking-tastic. One boy, who looked a little younger than the rest, stood stiffly when she entered. He was shorter than her, and had short blonde hair that was spiked with gel. His skin was sun-kissed and his clothes screamed California.
“No one said anything about a girl living with us.”
Mr. Stephens smiled at him.
“No one said anything about anything. Your bags are all being searched; I understand that you’ve handed over all your cellular devices and any other form of electronic entertainment. As you can see, there are no televisions, no movie players, and no stereos. There are no radios, no mp3 compatible devices and no land line phones. There are no computers, no Wi-Fi, not even a black jack hand held game.”
The boy in the west corner cleared his throat as Jenna took her seat in the south corner. He was tall and skinny, with a tan that was natural skin color rather than a suntan. He had long black hair, and as she examined his facial features she pegged him as being of Apache descent.
“What are we supposed to do? Were locked up here, with people we don’t know, for however long it takes for us to straighten up and all we can do is stare at the walls?”
Mr. Stephens smiled at him.
“You will be doing chores Mr. Jacobs. You will all be given jobs to do around this house that will be yours and yours alone to complete. You will have strict schedules for meals, and relaxation. Each of you will also meet with a psychiatrist once a week to discuss whatever you like.”
“We’re not crazy.”
Every eye turned to the east corner of the room, the point farthest away from the door and everyone else. Cold grey eyes stared through black strands of hair. He was curled up in his chair like he owned it, like a great black dragon whose slumber had been disturbed. He was on a different level than the rest of them; he had done something that was beyond her petty crimes. He wore a black beanie that hid his surely tousled hair and clothes that were two sizes too big. Fingerless gloves covered his hands which were balled up into fists. The whole room became darker when he spoke.
“We don’t think you are Mr. Davis, we simply wish for you to speak to a professional to ensure you have someone to talk to. As I was saying, you all will also take up a hobby; all the supplies for those hobbies have already been moved to your rooms and are waiting for you. During your time of relaxation you may do as you wish, this includes your hobby or taking some time in our pool.”
The shorter of the boys smiled as he glanced at the Apache.
“At least we have a pool.”
The dragon scoffed.
“I’m outta here.”
He uncurled from his chair, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he shouldered past Mr. Stephens.
“All of your rooms are in the east wing, your names are on your doors and your things are waiting to be unpacked. You have an hour to do so, and then you will all come downstairs into the dining room for dinner.”
She waited until the boys had all gone before she made her move for the door. Mr. Stephens stopped her momentarily as she passed.
“Your room is in the west wing. I had figured you would prefer that to having to be close to the boys. Perhaps you would be more comfortable.”
She stared at him a moment before taking her leave. She was glad she didn’t have to worry about the dragon being close, but she was isolated. She was the only girl, the outcast, and now the only one in the west wing. She climbed the large staircase, running her hands along the wooden banister. This place was so nice, why would they use such a nice boarding house to turn around juvenile delinquents? She made her way down the west hall until she came to a door with her name taped to the fine wood. She gasped at the size of her room as she let herself in. A large king sized bed too up much of the main room, a dresser was against the wall across from the bed next to a closet standing open and ready for her things. Her bags were on her bed and a door next to the head of her bed was labeled ‘hobby’. She went to her bags and sighed as she pulled out her clothes. They had taken her laptop and its accessories. She couldn’t even play solitaire. Jenna put her clothes away, folding her pajamas and delicates and putting them in the dresser while she hung her shirts and jeans and quickly filled the closet. Once her bag was empty she shoved it under her bed and stared at the hobby door. She was almost afraid to open the door. Had her mother suggested something? She was sure it was going to be something stupid as she turned the knob and opened the door. Sunlight poured in from the large windows and lit the room with a low summer glow. Tables lining the walls were covered with paints and paint brushes, spray cans and drawing pencils of every kind. There was charcoal, and water colors, colored pencils and pastels. There were tiny jars filled with every color ink under the sun, there was even an airbrush with all the accessories and colors she would ever need. In the center of the room stood a canvas stand, along with piles and piles of empty canvases and canvas paper. Jenna laughed to herself in amazement. It was all so professional; it had to have cost a fortune. And it was fitting. Her most repeated crime was graffiti; in fact, it had been the straw that broke the camels back as far as the state was concerned. She jumped as she heard the loud chime of a clock somewhere close in the house. Her hour was up; it was a time for a very uncomfortable dinner. She made her way down the hall, slowing as the boys approached the stairs. No one spoke as the dragon brought up the tail. She followed, but took up the opposite side of the stairs, putting distance between herself and the darkness. They made their way to the dining room to find a large spread of food.
“Wow! Look at this!”
The little blonde brightened up to a degree that made Jenna feel like she was going to melt. The Apache took up a chair as the blonde ran around to the other side of the table.
“It’s just food.”
She froze as the dragon came within mere feet of her as he passed. There was something about him that frightened her, she just wasn’t sure what.
“Please, sit.”
Mr. Stephens motioned for her to sit as he took his seat at the head of the table. She obeyed, taking up a chair that was distant from the others.
“Eat to your fill, after this you may go back to your rooms and have some time to adjust or explore. I’ve already divided your chores and have taken the liberty of posting them on a whiteboard that can be found in the entertainment room. You are all responsible for doing your own laundry in this house; laundry will be done every Monday and Thursday. Mr. Jacobs, you are in charge of dusting and vacuuming the house from top to bottom. Mr. Reed you are in charge of gathering and taking out the trash for the entire house and you are responsible for keeping clean bathrooms. Ms. Borrows, you get to do all the dishes for the house and maintain a clean and orderly kitchen. And Mr. Davis is in charge of maintaining the outside of the house. This includes cutting the grass, cleaning the pool, trimming the hedges and maintaining the house garden.”
“Why do I have the largest work load?”
Mr. Stephens smiled at the dragon as he stared at him with his cold grey eyes. They had the power to melt the flesh from a human and pierce the soul.
“Because you Mr. Davis have the largest record with the worst offenses.”
He grinned, but nothing was warm about it as he lifted a finger at Jenna.
“So she has the lightest load because she has the smallest record?”
“As I was saying, I’ve also posted a daily schedule that all of you will follow. You will wake at 9am and attend breakfast. From 10am to noon you will work on your assigned chores. From noon to 1pm you will eat lunch. From 1pm to 3pm you are allowed to relax or work on your hobbies that have been given to you. On Thursdays, instead of relaxing at this time each of you will meet with our psychiatrist for half an hour. At 3pm you will eat dinner. From 4pm to 7pm you will finish your chores, if they are not done by this time you will continue to do them until lights out at 9pm. If finished with your chores you are free to do as you wish until lights out. Any questions?”
Absolute silence as they tried to swallow their schedules, this was going to take some getting used to.
“If there are no questions I will leave you alone to eat.”
Mr. Stephens took his leave, he was only gone a few seconds before the fangs and claws came out.
“What the hell! I have to fucking dust and vacuum? I’m not a fucking girl!”
Jenna glared at him as the blonde chimed in.
“Well I have to do the damn garbage. That’s so disgusting; I’m going to smell like trash all the time.”
Apache whined another comment that Jenna failed to hear. The dragon was staring at her firmly from across the table. It wasn’t really a glare, but it wasn’t friendly either and she became worried that he was pissed about her workload.
“What are your names? That Mr. Stephens guy always calls us by our last names but I’m not going to do that, it sounds stupid.”
“You sound stupid anyway.”
The dragon spoke as he turned his gaze to the blonde and away from Jenna. Finally, she could breathe.
“What’s your problem? We’re all stuck here why can’t you just lighten up?”
“My names Jonah.”
Apache tried to break the tension between them by appeasing the high strung blonde.
“Why don’t you ask her what your names are, she’s already labeled us.”
That was all it took, the dragon had called the dogs of hell to devour her as every eye landed on her. For once there was a look of glee on the dragons face; he wanted to see her burn.
“What do you mean? She hasn’t said two words.”
The dragon smiled.
“Exactly, she stands back like she’s the background to this ridiculous play but she’s in the pot just like us. She’s already labeled us and I’m curious to hear the names she’s given us.”
She swallowed as she locked eyes with the blonde.
“You’re sun kissed tan, and smell like surf board wax. You’re California.”
He grinned at her strangely, at least he wasn’t angry.
“My names Alex, but I kinda like California.”
“What about me?”
She turned her attention to Apache.
“You have a natural tan, and long raven black hair with a solid bone structure. You’re Apache.”
He seemed less enthused by her label and she knew she was stepping on thin ice. If she didn’t announce what was on her mind they would hound her, but if she did, she could hurt feelings and burn bridges before she even had a chance to cross them.
“My names Jonah.”
“What about me Ms. Borrows? I know you’ve labeled me and I’m curious to hear the traits associated with it.”
He grinned evilly at her as she suddenly felt sick. She could tell the truth and get one of two results. Either he would be thrilled and feed his ego with her thoughts, or he would be offended and give her living hell. She swallowed.
“Your dark personality, your dark clothes, your piss off attitude, you’re the dragon.”
California burst out laughing, spraying bits of his food as he coughed and choked until he was red in the face. Jonah sat frozen, seemingly in pain as his back was rigid straight. The dragon didn’t change, he didn’t move or smile or comment for what seemed like an eternity until California stopped laughing and wiped his tears away.
“You sit and analyze us and label us and keep your distance trying to separate yourself from what’s happening. You think you’re big shit until you’re thrown in with the sharks so you resort to tricks and evasive maneuvers to come out unscathed. I knew a guy who acted just like you, we called him Fox.”
With that he stood and walked towards the door as Jenna turned in her chair.
“What happened to him?”
The dragon paused, glancing at her over his shoulder as he shoved the door open.
“He died.”
She watched the door swing closed behind him as she righted herself in her chair and let out a long sigh. Jonah relaxed a little but he was still far too stiff for her liking. California belched as he leaned back in his chair and picked his teeth.
“He’s just pissed off because of all the work he has to do.”
Jenna stared at her still empty plate and all the food surrounding her. Her stomach lurched as she pushed away from the table. She had just dug her own grave.
Here's a break down of characters to help out with the name confusion, and a little background information.
Characters
Name: Jenna Borrows
Age: 18
Alias: Fox
Crimes: 3 Petty theft, 9 vandalism.
Bio: Lives with her mother and boyfriend Dave. Her father died in a car accident 4 years ago, committed petty theft several times, and began to lash out by creating graffiti wherever she could.
Name: Jonah Jacobs
Age: 17
Alias: Apache
Crimes: 2 Grand theft auto, 4 petty theft, 1 arson.
Bio: Growing up on a reservation was boring, had to find something fun to do.
Name: Alex Reed
Age: 15
Alias: California
Crimes: 12 Petty theft, 1 grand theft auto
Bio: 2 words: Clepto Maniac.
Name: Cain Davis
Age: 18
Alias: The dragon
Crimes: ???
Bio: ????
I realized that Mr. Stephens explaination of their schedule was a little crazy so here's a break down. Thursdays are different since they have to see a psychiatrist, that layout is also available below.
Daily Schedule
9am-10am—Breakfast
10am-12—Chores
12-1pm—Lunch
1pm-3pm—Relaxation
3pm-4pm—Dinner
4pm-7pm—Chores
7pm-9pm—Relaxation
9pm—Lights out
Thursday Schedule
9am-10am—Breakfast
10am-12—Chores
12-1pm—Lunch
Psychiatrist
1pm-1:30pm—California
1:30pm-2pm—Apache
2pm-2:30pm—The dragon
2:30pm-3pm—Fox
3pm-4pm—Dinner
4pm-7pm—Chores
7pm-9pm—Relaxation
9pm—Lights out
Ok, thanks so much for reading this, I hope you liked it and it wasn't too awfully confusing. Please rate and review and I'll get busy on the next chapter.
Day 1
“Jenna you’ve made me do this. I don’t know what else to do.”
Jenna stared out the car window as they pulled up to a large boarding house. It was going to be her prison, until she learned how to be a real person. Or at least, that’s what her mother said.
“So after you ditch me here you’re going off to Mexico with Dave aren’t you?”
Her mother sighed as a man walked towards their car from the entrance of the house. He was dressed in a suit and tie and walked like there was a stick up his ass. Yeah, this was going to be fun.
“I think Dave and I both deserve a little get away. We’ve spent the last eight months dealing with courts and corrections officers. They gave you a choice, either juvenile detention or this and you chose this.”
The man opened the car door as she slid out into the sunlight. She hated it. The air was too hot and too close to her skin. It seared her lungs when she breathed and burned her eyes until she was forced to squint.
“I am Mr. Stephens. Hand over any cell phones, I pods, mp3 players, or any other electronic device.”
She sighed and pulled out her cell phone, placing it firmly in his outstretched hand. She had left her mp3 player at home. She figured it would be taken away. He nodded as she grabbed her bags.
“Follow me then Ms. Barrows.”
He began to walk back to the house as she closed the car door; cutting off what little air conditioning she had available. Her mother’s voice carried through the glass window but she didn’t respond. She was abandoning her, giving up, placing her in the hands of their last resort. She was thankful when she passed through the giant wooden doors into the air conditioning.
“Leave your bags here; they’ll be taken to your room after they’re searched.”
She furrowed her brow as she obeyed, dropping her bags like dead weight on the fine marble floors.
“Searched for what?”
He smiled at her warmly as he led her down the hall.
“Weapons, electronics, anything that can be used to hurt others or contact the outside world.”
Yeah, this was going to be LOTS of fun. He turned suddenly into a large entertainment room. There were various couches and chairs, and an entertainment center, devoid of a television. DVD’s lined the walls but no DVD player, and a sound system with no stereo attached to it. And spread to the three corners of the room, the farthest points away from each other they could find, were three, equally unenthusiastic boys. Jenna’s heart sank; this was going to be fan-fucking-tastic. One boy, who looked a little younger than the rest, stood stiffly when she entered. He was shorter than her, and had short blonde hair that was spiked with gel. His skin was sun-kissed and his clothes screamed California.
“No one said anything about a girl living with us.”
Mr. Stephens smiled at him.
“No one said anything about anything. Your bags are all being searched; I understand that you’ve handed over all your cellular devices and any other form of electronic entertainment. As you can see, there are no televisions, no movie players, and no stereos. There are no radios, no mp3 compatible devices and no land line phones. There are no computers, no Wi-Fi, not even a black jack hand held game.”
The boy in the west corner cleared his throat as Jenna took her seat in the south corner. He was tall and skinny, with a tan that was natural skin color rather than a suntan. He had long black hair, and as she examined his facial features she pegged him as being of Apache descent.
“What are we supposed to do? Were locked up here, with people we don’t know, for however long it takes for us to straighten up and all we can do is stare at the walls?”
Mr. Stephens smiled at him.
“You will be doing chores Mr. Jacobs. You will all be given jobs to do around this house that will be yours and yours alone to complete. You will have strict schedules for meals, and relaxation. Each of you will also meet with a psychiatrist once a week to discuss whatever you like.”
“We’re not crazy.”
Every eye turned to the east corner of the room, the point farthest away from the door and everyone else. Cold grey eyes stared through black strands of hair. He was curled up in his chair like he owned it, like a great black dragon whose slumber had been disturbed. He was on a different level than the rest of them; he had done something that was beyond her petty crimes. He wore a black beanie that hid his surely tousled hair and clothes that were two sizes too big. Fingerless gloves covered his hands which were balled up into fists. The whole room became darker when he spoke.
“We don’t think you are Mr. Davis, we simply wish for you to speak to a professional to ensure you have someone to talk to. As I was saying, you all will also take up a hobby; all the supplies for those hobbies have already been moved to your rooms and are waiting for you. During your time of relaxation you may do as you wish, this includes your hobby or taking some time in our pool.”
The shorter of the boys smiled as he glanced at the Apache.
“At least we have a pool.”
The dragon scoffed.
“I’m outta here.”
He uncurled from his chair, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he shouldered past Mr. Stephens.
“All of your rooms are in the east wing, your names are on your doors and your things are waiting to be unpacked. You have an hour to do so, and then you will all come downstairs into the dining room for dinner.”
She waited until the boys had all gone before she made her move for the door. Mr. Stephens stopped her momentarily as she passed.
“Your room is in the west wing. I had figured you would prefer that to having to be close to the boys. Perhaps you would be more comfortable.”
She stared at him a moment before taking her leave. She was glad she didn’t have to worry about the dragon being close, but she was isolated. She was the only girl, the outcast, and now the only one in the west wing. She climbed the large staircase, running her hands along the wooden banister. This place was so nice, why would they use such a nice boarding house to turn around juvenile delinquents? She made her way down the west hall until she came to a door with her name taped to the fine wood. She gasped at the size of her room as she let herself in. A large king sized bed too up much of the main room, a dresser was against the wall across from the bed next to a closet standing open and ready for her things. Her bags were on her bed and a door next to the head of her bed was labeled ‘hobby’. She went to her bags and sighed as she pulled out her clothes. They had taken her laptop and its accessories. She couldn’t even play solitaire. Jenna put her clothes away, folding her pajamas and delicates and putting them in the dresser while she hung her shirts and jeans and quickly filled the closet. Once her bag was empty she shoved it under her bed and stared at the hobby door. She was almost afraid to open the door. Had her mother suggested something? She was sure it was going to be something stupid as she turned the knob and opened the door. Sunlight poured in from the large windows and lit the room with a low summer glow. Tables lining the walls were covered with paints and paint brushes, spray cans and drawing pencils of every kind. There was charcoal, and water colors, colored pencils and pastels. There were tiny jars filled with every color ink under the sun, there was even an airbrush with all the accessories and colors she would ever need. In the center of the room stood a canvas stand, along with piles and piles of empty canvases and canvas paper. Jenna laughed to herself in amazement. It was all so professional; it had to have cost a fortune. And it was fitting. Her most repeated crime was graffiti; in fact, it had been the straw that broke the camels back as far as the state was concerned. She jumped as she heard the loud chime of a clock somewhere close in the house. Her hour was up; it was a time for a very uncomfortable dinner. She made her way down the hall, slowing as the boys approached the stairs. No one spoke as the dragon brought up the tail. She followed, but took up the opposite side of the stairs, putting distance between herself and the darkness. They made their way to the dining room to find a large spread of food.
“Wow! Look at this!”
The little blonde brightened up to a degree that made Jenna feel like she was going to melt. The Apache took up a chair as the blonde ran around to the other side of the table.
“It’s just food.”
She froze as the dragon came within mere feet of her as he passed. There was something about him that frightened her, she just wasn’t sure what.
“Please, sit.”
Mr. Stephens motioned for her to sit as he took his seat at the head of the table. She obeyed, taking up a chair that was distant from the others.
“Eat to your fill, after this you may go back to your rooms and have some time to adjust or explore. I’ve already divided your chores and have taken the liberty of posting them on a whiteboard that can be found in the entertainment room. You are all responsible for doing your own laundry in this house; laundry will be done every Monday and Thursday. Mr. Jacobs, you are in charge of dusting and vacuuming the house from top to bottom. Mr. Reed you are in charge of gathering and taking out the trash for the entire house and you are responsible for keeping clean bathrooms. Ms. Borrows, you get to do all the dishes for the house and maintain a clean and orderly kitchen. And Mr. Davis is in charge of maintaining the outside of the house. This includes cutting the grass, cleaning the pool, trimming the hedges and maintaining the house garden.”
“Why do I have the largest work load?”
Mr. Stephens smiled at the dragon as he stared at him with his cold grey eyes. They had the power to melt the flesh from a human and pierce the soul.
“Because you Mr. Davis have the largest record with the worst offenses.”
He grinned, but nothing was warm about it as he lifted a finger at Jenna.
“So she has the lightest load because she has the smallest record?”
“As I was saying, I’ve also posted a daily schedule that all of you will follow. You will wake at 9am and attend breakfast. From 10am to noon you will work on your assigned chores. From noon to 1pm you will eat lunch. From 1pm to 3pm you are allowed to relax or work on your hobbies that have been given to you. On Thursdays, instead of relaxing at this time each of you will meet with our psychiatrist for half an hour. At 3pm you will eat dinner. From 4pm to 7pm you will finish your chores, if they are not done by this time you will continue to do them until lights out at 9pm. If finished with your chores you are free to do as you wish until lights out. Any questions?”
Absolute silence as they tried to swallow their schedules, this was going to take some getting used to.
“If there are no questions I will leave you alone to eat.”
Mr. Stephens took his leave, he was only gone a few seconds before the fangs and claws came out.
“What the hell! I have to fucking dust and vacuum? I’m not a fucking girl!”
Jenna glared at him as the blonde chimed in.
“Well I have to do the damn garbage. That’s so disgusting; I’m going to smell like trash all the time.”
Apache whined another comment that Jenna failed to hear. The dragon was staring at her firmly from across the table. It wasn’t really a glare, but it wasn’t friendly either and she became worried that he was pissed about her workload.
“What are your names? That Mr. Stephens guy always calls us by our last names but I’m not going to do that, it sounds stupid.”
“You sound stupid anyway.”
The dragon spoke as he turned his gaze to the blonde and away from Jenna. Finally, she could breathe.
“What’s your problem? We’re all stuck here why can’t you just lighten up?”
“My names Jonah.”
Apache tried to break the tension between them by appeasing the high strung blonde.
“Why don’t you ask her what your names are, she’s already labeled us.”
That was all it took, the dragon had called the dogs of hell to devour her as every eye landed on her. For once there was a look of glee on the dragons face; he wanted to see her burn.
“What do you mean? She hasn’t said two words.”
The dragon smiled.
“Exactly, she stands back like she’s the background to this ridiculous play but she’s in the pot just like us. She’s already labeled us and I’m curious to hear the names she’s given us.”
She swallowed as she locked eyes with the blonde.
“You’re sun kissed tan, and smell like surf board wax. You’re California.”
He grinned at her strangely, at least he wasn’t angry.
“My names Alex, but I kinda like California.”
“What about me?”
She turned her attention to Apache.
“You have a natural tan, and long raven black hair with a solid bone structure. You’re Apache.”
He seemed less enthused by her label and she knew she was stepping on thin ice. If she didn’t announce what was on her mind they would hound her, but if she did, she could hurt feelings and burn bridges before she even had a chance to cross them.
“My names Jonah.”
“What about me Ms. Borrows? I know you’ve labeled me and I’m curious to hear the traits associated with it.”
He grinned evilly at her as she suddenly felt sick. She could tell the truth and get one of two results. Either he would be thrilled and feed his ego with her thoughts, or he would be offended and give her living hell. She swallowed.
“Your dark personality, your dark clothes, your piss off attitude, you’re the dragon.”
California burst out laughing, spraying bits of his food as he coughed and choked until he was red in the face. Jonah sat frozen, seemingly in pain as his back was rigid straight. The dragon didn’t change, he didn’t move or smile or comment for what seemed like an eternity until California stopped laughing and wiped his tears away.
“You sit and analyze us and label us and keep your distance trying to separate yourself from what’s happening. You think you’re big shit until you’re thrown in with the sharks so you resort to tricks and evasive maneuvers to come out unscathed. I knew a guy who acted just like you, we called him Fox.”
With that he stood and walked towards the door as Jenna turned in her chair.
“What happened to him?”
The dragon paused, glancing at her over his shoulder as he shoved the door open.
“He died.”
She watched the door swing closed behind him as she righted herself in her chair and let out a long sigh. Jonah relaxed a little but he was still far too stiff for her liking. California belched as he leaned back in his chair and picked his teeth.
“He’s just pissed off because of all the work he has to do.”
Jenna stared at her still empty plate and all the food surrounding her. Her stomach lurched as she pushed away from the table. She had just dug her own grave.
Here's a break down of characters to help out with the name confusion, and a little background information.
Characters
Name: Jenna Borrows
Age: 18
Alias: Fox
Crimes: 3 Petty theft, 9 vandalism.
Bio: Lives with her mother and boyfriend Dave. Her father died in a car accident 4 years ago, committed petty theft several times, and began to lash out by creating graffiti wherever she could.
Name: Jonah Jacobs
Age: 17
Alias: Apache
Crimes: 2 Grand theft auto, 4 petty theft, 1 arson.
Bio: Growing up on a reservation was boring, had to find something fun to do.
Name: Alex Reed
Age: 15
Alias: California
Crimes: 12 Petty theft, 1 grand theft auto
Bio: 2 words: Clepto Maniac.
Name: Cain Davis
Age: 18
Alias: The dragon
Crimes: ???
Bio: ????
I realized that Mr. Stephens explaination of their schedule was a little crazy so here's a break down. Thursdays are different since they have to see a psychiatrist, that layout is also available below.
Daily Schedule
9am-10am—Breakfast
10am-12—Chores
12-1pm—Lunch
1pm-3pm—Relaxation
3pm-4pm—Dinner
4pm-7pm—Chores
7pm-9pm—Relaxation
9pm—Lights out
Thursday Schedule
9am-10am—Breakfast
10am-12—Chores
12-1pm—Lunch
Psychiatrist
1pm-1:30pm—California
1:30pm-2pm—Apache
2pm-2:30pm—The dragon
2:30pm-3pm—Fox
3pm-4pm—Dinner
4pm-7pm—Chores
7pm-9pm—Relaxation
9pm—Lights out
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