Alexander Pov
       I got pushed into the 'camp' by the service officer. What an ass. He unhandcuffed  me and grabbed my bag. Which he looked through. He pulled out a few cigarettes, some cards and pictures of turtles and memes.

"Seriously? Did you learn nothing from the trial? From me lecturing you about what to bring?" He asked.

I shrugged.
He sighed and put the unneeded items in his pockets.

"I-I have a lighter...in the bag.." I muttered.

He raised a brow and bent over to look in my bag. I kicked him, grabbed the handcuffs and cuffed him. I grabbed my bag and started to head out of the stupid place when I was pulled by the shoulders and turned around.

"Hello, Son. You must be the new one. I got to say that little maneuver you just pulled, was quite impressive for a kid your size." He told me.

I glared at him.

"Drop and give me thirty." He commanded.

"W-what? No!" I exclaimed.

He sighed and shook his head.

"Fine, just uncuff that man please." He said.

"I don't have the keys." I muttered.

"Liar. Now go uncuff him." He repeated.

"Jeez...pushy." I muttered, taking keys out of my pocket and uncuffing him.

He got up, grabbed my collar, called me a bastard and left. I smirked.
When I turned to face the man he had another kid with him.

"I'm Sargent Washington, and this is John Laurens. You'll be bunking with him and he will show you around. Also, don't talk to me like you just did for two reasons. Number one, the other Sargents will kick your little bastard ass for that and number two, I'm the one who determines if we need to add more months to your already ten month time here." He said.
I squared my jaw.
He looked between me and Laurens.

"Have fun you two!" He called.

"You have ten months?! What the hell did you do?!" He exclaimed.

I started to bite my nails and shrugged my shoulders. He sighed.

"Alright follow me. We'll have to get you the uniform and haircut." John told me.

"H-haircut?" I stuttered.

"Nervous little fellow, eh? Yeah. Gotta keep it short to be here. Not in that weird ponytail thing that you've got going on." He said.

I furrowed my eyebrows. I picked up my bag and followed him.

"This is the bathroom and shower." He told me.

"...why are there no stalls in the washroom?" I asked.

"Why'd you call it a washroom? And what's with your accent? Sorry. That was off topic, I don't know why there aren't stalls, but it's not too weird and you get used to it." He said.

My eye twitched slightly. Maybe juvie would've been better.

"And this is where everybody sleeps. By the way we wake up super early, so be prepared for that." He said.

I nodded.

And this, is where you're getting you're haircut. Now sit down." He ordered. W-Wait! Is there another option?" I asked.

"Nope!" He exclaimed.

A guy came out of a room with scissors, razor and comb.

"I should've chosen juvie. They wouldn't make me do this in juvie. Really should've thought this through..." I muttered.

"Listen up kid, don't move. If you get cut it's on you." He told me.

I gave a sad nod. John chuckled.

"You're never going to make it here alive with that attitude Hamilton." He said.

"Who told you my name?" I asked.

"None other then the Sargent Washington himself. He's much nicer than all the other Sargents like Adams, and Hansen." John said.

I groaned. "Good to know..." I mumbled.

"So...whatcha in for?" The barber asked.

"It's not prison so don't say it like that and I'm not telling you." I spit.

"Oh man the nervous boy got mad!" John said from the side of the room.

"Shut the fuck up." I growled.

"Boy, I'm going to see your file anyway. I'm in charge of them. It can't be murder." He said.

If it was murder I'd be in juvie for sure. Maybe forever too.

"Wait do I have a file?" John asked.

The man scoffed and said "Mr. Laurens what do you think? Pretty stupid what got you landed in here. Pretty stupid."

Johns face turned red.

"W-what'd you do?" I asked.

"Somethin' pretty stupid." He said. 

The guy handed me a mirror. My eyes widened.

"Holy fuck. What the hell happened?.." I muttered. John just laughed at me.

I don't know how I'm going to survive here.