I looked up to the building in front of me. I couldn't blame anyone else for my mistakes. It was my own fault I was here, no one else's.

Wertham Community Centre, the place where I would be spending most of my time for the next month and a half or so. I would be spending my time picking up rubbish and scrubbing off paint that was sure to be re-painted that night. Fun.

I pushed through the doors and ignored the gross, sweaty smell that seemed to seep off of the walls. Well, shit.

Down the hall I heard voices so I walked towards them. I knocked on the door and pushed it open, hitching my bag higher on my shoulder.

"Uh, hello?" I asked. I dark skinned man turned around and smiled.

"Are you a volunteer?" He asked. I frowned.

"No... I'm here for my community service," I responded, watching as his smile dropped.

"Right. What's your name?"

"Mara. Mara Winters," I said, giving him a grim smile.

"I'll mark down that you're here then," he said. I nodded and stood in the doorway, unsure of exactly what I was supposed to be doing now.

"The locker room is down the hall. Get down there and get changed. Service starts in about fifteen minutes," he said. I nodded and hurried to follow his instructions.

I found the locker room exactly where he said I would and stepped inside. Standing around various different lockers stood a group of teens. The other misfits, I supposed.

I walked to the nearest locker and opened it, cringing at the orange jumpsuit in front of me. I picked it up and frowned. It smelt like it had never been washed in its life.

I looked around to see everyone else getting changed without a care in the world at who saw them. I bit my lip and walked around the set of lockers to get changed out of the view of everyone.

I pulled my jeans down and stepped into the hideous material. I pulled it up to my waist and then decided against taking my singlet shirt off. I pulled the sleeves over my arms and zipped the clothes up. I supposed it wasn't too bad. At least, it wouldn't be after I gave it a wash.

I walked back to the locker and opened it to see the mirror. Orange never was my colour but I had to get on with it. Like I said earlier, this was my own fault.

I brushed my hair and put a hair tie around my wrist. I didn't know what we would be doing today but taking a hairband just in case sounded like a good idea.

No one had said anything yet and I found it somewhat relieving. I wasn't exactly a social butterfly.

One by one the other offenders left the room. I followed behind a boy who had short brown hair and a sort of creepy vibe going on. He was quiet and he kept straightening his hair with his hands. He had all of the jumpsuit buttons done up and he slipped his phone into his pocket.

Once we were outside, I leaned against the bannister, as did everyone else. We stood in a line, silent. I took this time to look at the group of people I was likely to spend the next few weeks of my life with.

On the other end, there was a familiar dark-skinned kid who had his jumpsuit sleeves tied around his waist. I didn't know where from but I knew that I had seen him before. He clenched his jaw, obviously ticked about something.

Next to him stood your typical gangster, tough-guy type. He had a flat cap on and his arms were crossed. He looked like one of those white rappers who wear jacket a lot. I shook my head, clicking my tongue.

The next guy was the only one of us who wasn't against the railing. He was standing half a meter or so in front of it. He had unruly curly brown hair, great bushy eyebrows and a cocky I'm-better-than-you attitude. I couldn't know that for sure but I could just tell from the way he stood that that was how he viewed himself. His jumpsuit was covered in various paint stains and on the back, he had crossed out "pay" and written "blow" with a smily face in the "o" so it read "Community Blowback." I chuckled.

To his left was a larger girl who was leaning completely against the railing. Her hair was pulled too tight into a ponytail. In fact, it looked like it would probably fall out if it were any tighter. She also had heavy face make-up which drew your attention to her eyes. She looked at bit scary so I made a note to stay away from her.

The next girl was really pretty. The only problem was that she knew it. She knew how to work people into doing what she wanted, I could tell that already. Her make-up was gorgeous and I felt jealous. All I had on was some basic eyeliner. Nothing like hers. She even looked cute in these damn jumpsuits. Despite all this she did seem a little obnoxious.

Then of course stood creepy kid and then me at the very end. I probably looked awful.

The door opened and out stepped the man who had talked to me before. He looked at each of us individually before saying anything.

"My name is Tony and I am your probation worker," he paused. "But this isn't about me."

"This is your chance to do something positive. Something to make you feel good about whatever shit you've done. You can help people, really make a difference in their lives," he started his speech. In the corner of my eye, I saw the dark-skinned kid shake his head.

"There are people out there who think you are scum," he said, almost spitting the word out. I flinched.

"Now is the time to prove them wrong."

Before he had a chance to say anything else, a voice spoke up from the middle of the group. I looked over to see who had spoken. Big surprise, it was the curly haired kid.

"Yeah, but what if they're right?" He asked with an Irish accent. Irish? I didn't see that coming. His accent added to his general attractiveness. Don't get me wrong, he looks like a twat, but I can appreciate a good face when I see one.

"No offence," he said while turning to the kid in the cap next to him. "But I'm thinking some people are just born criminals."

I stifled a laugh as the kid turned to him and glared.

"Are you looking t'eh get stabbed?" He asked him. Curly looked back to Tony.

"Do you see my point there?"

I coughed, trying to conceal my laughs. Before Tony could respond, a phone rang. The pretty girl reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone, answering the call. Was she allowed to do that? No, surely not.

"Hey... I can't, doin' my community service... yeah, it's boring as fuck," she said, twirling her hair around her finger. Tony glared at her.

"It doesn't matter what you've done in the past-" Tony was interrupted by Obnoxious' flirty laugh.

"Hey, turn the phone off. This isn't your free time, alright?" He said to Obnoxious, who was still on the phone. She didn't reply to him. She was too busy talking to whoever it was on the other end.

"Hello, I'm still talking," he stressed. She pulled the phone from her ear.

"What, I thought you'd finished," she responded. I looked between the two for a moment, watching them interact.

"If my lips are still moving then I'm still talking. Now put the phone down and listen."

"Yeah, but you could have been yawning... or chewing," Curly spoke up again. I grinned. I shouldn't be enjoying this. This whole Community Service thing was supposed to be my punishment for my actions but here I was, trying not to smile.

"End the call. Just hang up!"

"Hey, you alright there quiet girl," I heard Curly say. I looked over to him, my smile dropping and I nodded quickly, trying to get rid of the attention I was now receiving.

Curly turned to the gangster wannabe and blew a kiss at him.

"I will rip out your throat and shit down your neck," he threatened. I watched as the two began to fight. I also noticed that the pretty girl had stopped talking. She must have done as was asked and turned the phone off.

"Can I please move to a different group? This isn't going to work for me," the familiar kid spoke up. I looked to him. Where did I know him from?

"Um, what makes you think you're better than us?" The girl with the ponytail asked. Her accent was so strong that I could barely understand what the hell she was saying... and apparently I wasn't the only one who thought so.

"What the hell is that accent?" Curly asked, looking at her incredulously.

"Is that for real?" One of the others asked.

"What, you try'n to say something then, yeah?" She asked, glaring over at him. My eyes were comically wide. Curly was raising his hand, gesturing to her.

"I'm sorry, am I supposed to be able to understand her? It just sounds like noise when she talks," he said, looking from her to Tony and back again.

"Do you understand that?" She asks, sticking her middle finger up at him. He grinned and turned to the delinquent in the cap.

"I think she likes me."

Then the two of them began to fight and Tony attempted to get them off of each other. I could barely contain my own grin. The two of them were shouting names at each other and generally making fools of themselves. Yeah, I'd say this was going to be alright after all.

(a/n: hey guys! Two chapters in two days. You should feel special. Anyway, let me know what you think and also let me know what you want to see in this story. The videos for the first fifteen chapters are the Misfits Online Films and honestly they're so great. I love them. Anywhoozle, peace out, Misfits!)

Updated on the 9th of February, 2016.