Juvie in New Jersey

"Wake up! You have a cellmate," a gruff voice called and shoved in a girl about my height with straight black hair and deep green eyes. She stared at me with a mix of curiousity and hate. She seemed to hate the world. My kind of girl.

She silently watched the floor as she shuffled to place her few belongings and make her bed. "Would you pick up your feet?! I mean, God!" I spouted off before laying down. I would kill for my iPod right now.

She mumbled a pitiful, "Sorry," and climbed onto her own bunk.

I rolled my eyes and went back to sleep, skipping two more meals.