Sua Farfalla

He can't be worse than Mojo Jojo

Jenna's POV:

"OPEN THE GATES" the guard oh so loudly shouted.

Oh existing divine creature, what did I get myself into?

Never have I ever thought I'd end up in the same place as those who put pineapple on pizza... prison.

Just kidding, NOT. 

But I'm here anyways...

As I walk through the gates along the prison guards, I recall all the convincing I had to do so that my step mom would let me come here.

"I always knew you'd end up there anyway" she had said. "Never thought it'd be by choice though".

Apparently, it's a family disgrace for her adoptive child to want to go to prison as a part of the Juvie Reincorporation Program.

Well yes of course, all our neighbors who give zero shits about our lives will be shocked and disgusted if they learn I want to help our community!

And what if they see the lawn unattended?? 

Oh, Lord forbid!

Anyways, I'm here now, June the fourth, lovely summer day, going to... prison.

As I walk through the number of heavily secured doors I feel more and more claustrophobic. 

How does the oxygen even get in here?

I can't help but feel disappointed at the lack of action in here. Though I don't really know what I was expecting... maybe a riot? 

I blame 'Orange is the new black' for making my mind picture that.

As I reach the last door, I'm asked to go through a scanner to check for any weapons. 

As if I'd be THAT stupid.

I always get nervous though, like I have something hidden. 

It happens every time I go to an airport or the supermarket. 

I momentarily become a little thief, scared to get caught for stealing... oxygen?

I don't know, anyways, after that I'm conducted to a funny decorated office along with the other volunteers to meet with the prison's governor.

The room was rather small and had little animal figurines all over the place... creepy af if you ask me. 

There's also a massive animal carpet on the floor which made me gag. 

The walls were painted a very dark grey with black stripes, while the floors were a dusty dark brown.

A little somber if you ask me... but who am I to judge?

There were guns of all shapes and sizes hanging from the walls, and swords as well. 

Sport medals and diplomas decorated the room, and a huge karate costume was neatly placed over a hanger. 

'It's as if this man needs to show how tough he is', I thought.

I kept looking around only to find a Tv with a 'Teen Wolf' chapter on pause. 

I had to hold the urge to laugh my face off.

Tough prison governor was watching 'Teen Wolf' at work. 

I kinda like him now.

My mind wondered off to Stiles and his humorous sarcasm, his cute face and, oh lord, that smile! 

I heard Dylan O'Brien lives in LA.... maybe I could go and 'accidentally on purpose' run into him.

Nah, I'll wait till he finds me. We're meant to be after all.

-

What felt like sixty hours later, an incredibly short old man with a huge Mario-like mustache came in, looking as if he had trouble catching his breath. 

'Not exactly who I was picturing' I thought to myself.

He sat on his huge chair and sighed deeply. 

"Sorry for the macho intimidating office, the previous director recently retired and still hasn't taken his things out". Well, that explains a lot, but I still don't get the-

"I already put my animal figurines though" he said smiling happily.

That explains everything.

"So" he said, "you are the twelve new volunteers, am I right?"

We all nodded our heads as he continued.

"Well I want to thank you in the name of our community for helping us re-incorporate the young inmates".

"That being said, let's assign each of you to a specific cell so you can get your counseling started".

Slowly, very incredibly annoyingly slowly, he took a bunch of files from his upper drawer and started to give them out.

I look down at my file and all it said was CELL 102519 in huge angry black letters.

At first, I didn't dare open it, too afraid I'd been assigned to a scary looking guy to whom I won't even be able to speak to without crapping myself.

But after remembering the reason why I got into this program in the first place, I gained the courage to open it. 

As my fingers were folding the cover though, I heard the governor dismissing us.

My feet moved on their own accord, determinate to leave this place and get on with this whole thing.

"Wait", I heard the old man shout behind us. "Which two of you have the inmate numbers 102519 and 127348?" He asked.

Oh, of f*****g course. One of them just had to be me, right?

This is like being the ONLY one chosen to give an oral lesson at school all over again.

I reluctantly raised my hand along with another guy, hoping to the heavens I wasn't gonna be told something too bad.

After everyone excited, we stood in from of his desk awkwardly until he spoke.

"Listen children, the inmates you were assigned to have been causing trouble since day one. 

They can really be a handful sometimes, so if you think it's too much for you, just let me know and you'll be switched".

"Excellent luck" I muttered quietly, only for my ears to hear, but the guy next to me who was assigned to the other rebel inmate chuckled lightly, clearly amused by my reaction.

"Don't worry Sir, we'll give it our best shot", he stated confidently. "Right honey?", he said while looking down at me.

Say what now?

"Su- sure", I answered stupidly, not liking the confident smirk the guy next to me was holding.

-

We then both excited the office to be led to our assigned cells.

As we were walking down the long and dark halls, the guy smugly stated: "So, your place or mine after we're done with this crap?", the smirk never leaving his stupid face.

I hate cocky guys, specially those who scream fuckboy every second of the day, and he so happened to be THAT guy. 

But I'm not the kind of girl who falls for their crap, so before he could turn around to leave, I humorlessly chuckled before answering.

"Oh honey, the only person you'll be leaving this place with, is yourself. If you think I'm that easy, guess again.

Now if you excuse me, I have an inmate to counsel because he needs help, you should seek for it yourself too, all that ego will suffocate you at some point".

That being said, I turned around and walked away towards the 'Cell 102519', my confidence slowly descending and my nerves returning.

Breathing in and out, I have myself pep talks in my mind.

I'm not really the 'chatty' kind of girl. I'm more the 'awkward and quiet' kind of girl. 

There's nothing wrong with me or my ability to make friends though, I'm just super selective when it comes to that. 

I just don't wanna get hurt.

-

As I carried on walking down the halls, I realized the cell numbers were getting closer to the one I was assigned to, so with one last deep breath, I tried motivating myself again.

If the Powerpuff Girls could fight against Mojo Jojo, then I could handle a teenage criminal... right?

He can't be worse than Mojo Jojo...

Oh Bubbles, I need your positivity.