The officers drove Libby to the only jail nearest her house. They brought her inside and shoved her up the corridor. Sickly green walls and a squeaky linoleum floor made Libby feel ill. They took her to a desk made of plastic, where another officer who looked identical and very bored, looked up.

"This is Libberia Dartus, she was caught today with an 'Item of Sin'." The male officer explained.

"Not another one!? Well put her in next to ginger then, and we'll give her tomorrow morning for her trial." Sneered the desk officer. Libby was dragged from the desk and shoved through a heavy metal door, that took four male officers to open. Metal jail cells continued down the enormous dreary hall for what seemed miles. They dragged Libby down the hall, until they nearly reached the end. There was an empty cell, which they shoved Libby in with such force, Libby had to stop herself from crying out in pain. The officers left her in her cell, and she looked around. There was only a green murky surface, which was meant to be her bed.

"What did you do?" Came a voice next to her. Libby peered out from her hair, which she had buried herself in, to see a boy next to her. He was different from everyone, Libby could easily tell. He didn't have the same hair and eye colour as everyone else. His hair was a coppery red, and his eyes were sky blue. He had freckles dotted across his cheeks and he had a bright red weal across his cheek. He looked quite cute from Libby's point of view, and he was like Libby!

"Umm, I got arrested for reading a book, what about you?" Libby replied, still analysing his features.

"I got caught playing my guitar." He admitted, blushing slightly.

"How long have you been here?" Libby curiously asked.

"I got caught and taken here two weeks ago, and I had my trial the day after that, so I've been here two weeks, but I'm going to be here for five months."

"Five months!?" Libby cried.

"Yeah, your trial is tomorrow, I heard them talking about it, what's your name by the way? I never asked."

"Oh, I'm Libby, and you are..."

"Charlie, you're like me aren't you Libby, you have blonde hair and green eyes, you're not like them, I wish I could escape!" Charlie cried.

"Me too, how old are you Charlie?"

"I'm fourteen, you look like your fourteen too!"

"Yeah, I am."

Officers came into the cell, and began yelling 'lights out, stop yapping or your fingers won't be there in the morning' and began turning lights off. Libby hopped up onto her 'bed' and lay down. The 'bed' was really uncomfortable, even more so than Libby's bed back at her house.

"Good night Charlie." She whispered.

"Night Libby." Charlie whispered back. Libby tried to get some sleep, but ended up thinking about Charlie, her first friend who didn't discriminate her because of her hair and eyes