Juvie in New Jersey

The guard looked over my belongins and rose an eyebrow. She pulled a small item from me and held it up. "What's this?"

"Homemade shank," I shrugged.

"You know you could get in some serious trouble for this?"

"Well excuse me for not wanting to die. It's called self-defense. I'm a target."

She sighed as I toook it back and passed it to Fate. Fate scrutinized it a moment before looking up at me.

"When the time comes, you'll know how to use it," I smiled.

"Yeah, I know how to use it. Not hard to figure out. I just don't know why you're giving it to me."

"Because if I get hurt, I'll deal. If you get hurt, I'll end up on Death Row."

"Well thanks, Arniah, but I have one of my own already."

We smiled at each other and walked into the courtroom, ready to be told we could leave.