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“Hi, my name is Lily Mitchell, and I have a tendency to think about suicide…”



The druggie, cutters, rapists, thieves, gang bangers and other radicals looked at me like a normal bored group of teens and young adults as they droned out ‘Hi Lily.’ with little enthusiasm.



“Thank you Lily, who’s nex-“



“And homicide.” I finished, cutting off Ms. Ovila’s ‘cheerful’ attitude.



“…excuse me?” She asked, her expression a bit shocked, a twinge of fear in her shallow hazel eyes that made me sick when she tried to smile and look understanding of our situation.



“Homicide, killing other people. It’s a habit of mine when people piss me off. My stomach ties in knots, head pounds, heart accelerates…and I imagine myself killing them in some way that compares to how they pissed me off.” I said, my knuckles going white as I gripped at the podium I’d been pushed up to, my mind reeling with the reason I’d been put in here in the first place. In this asylum.



“Okay well I’m sure that will be something interesting to talk about in Group. I think Tyler is nex-“



“Like this one boy, Bobby,” I began, leaving her attempt to get me down as though she were a lone buzzing mosquito in my personal bubble. “He just didn’t know how to shut his mouth, even in class! It drove me insane. One day though, in front of all our peers in my English class, he stepped far over the line with a ‘witty’ comeback.” I used air quotes as though they were needed; I’m sure the sarcasm and hate drenching the word was enough.

“So at the end of the school week at the football game when he was all alone I knocked him out. Finding a place to tie him up away from prying eyes or nosey neighbors was easy, getting the tools I needed for his downfall, not so much. But I did get my hands on the necessities, the things I would absolutely have to have.” A few of my fellow twisted and mentally insane peers were scared, most of them putting up a stoic façade; but their eyes gave me all the awe and curiousness I needed to continue.



“I’m sure where he woke up after the blow to his head he thought he was being Punked, maybe on the set of a new SAW movie. He was wrong. After I injected him with liquid adrenaline, or speed as most of you know it, I waited for him to freak out at the tiniest movement of a shadow. And then, then I came at him with a huge-a** pair of pliers and took off his jaw; skin and muscle, the whole package.”

Silence.

Even the staff that had been working looked at me like a death-row prisoner trying to blend in with normal everyday society.



But I was, and I could. No gang tattoos, large muscles, scary eyes, or deformed physique. I was just a sixteen year old girl who enjoyed peace, a book, and men who knew how to obey.



And I’d take off as many jaws I needed to get Chatty-Cathy men to understand that demand.

-[]-

It was a new day on the ward, my third day, and I was rolling a class ring from my old high school in my hand; my trophy from my first victim.



It was only when I told the juvenile therapist that that boy wouldn’t be the last person I got back at that he, and a board of directors, decided to put me up here at The School. Dull my mind with prescription pills and cooperate with the program and go straight.

It wouldn’t work though, I’d make sure of that. Already I was cheeking my pills and purging myself of food I hadn’t made or gotten myself in case it was dosed with something that might make me submit.



I wasn’t going to be broken into their way no matter what. It’s not like they could force my mind to stop thinking, even under sedation I would plot. I know, I’ve done it once…maybe twice.

There were so many more that
Needed punishment, ‘so little time’.

‘So little time.’ I thought as I felt my thumb graze over the football engraved on the side of the gold ring; I smiled.



Turning the corner to a busier wing in the asylum I saw a boy about my age twitching and sweating, the nurses and passing doctors acting as though he were just a useless dying bug. He must have been a drug addict; you pick up on symptoms of different cases quickly around here since they’re forced out of their rooms unless going through heavy detox. He was maybe a pill popper or on the rock, only those kids could catch a cold sweat bad as his that soaked through clothes.



I walked up to him and his glazed eyes skimmed over my figure before he lost interest. Withdraw druggies were like that I’ve noticed; no hidden stash, no attention your way. I couldn’t really blame him through, I might feel the same in his situation I suppose.



Looking around and seeing the nurses took no notice of my approaching him I reached into my pocket where I kept the cheeked pills in an old handkerchief and pulled out a Vicodin from it. I didn’t know if it would work, I also didn’t care if it put him into shock, but I wanted something to talk to that would respond with a real answer so it was worth a shot.



“Here.” I said in a whisper and pressed it against his chapped lips that trembled with taking in shakey breaths. He took it in and swallowed it dry, his shaking calming a bit from looking like he was having a mild seizure to just chills.

Removing my NYU hoodie I put it in his lap and took a seat in a chair near him, pulling it closer so I wouldn’t be as distant if he decided to speak.



He sat there in quiet for a long time, maybe half and hour, till eventually he stopped shivering all together aside from his hands that trembled as though he were nervous.



“…what’re you in for?” He asked me plain and simple, his voice quiet but deep.



“Murder…and an overactive suicidal and homicidal mind.” I said as though it was a side talent or hobby I’d picked up over my years.



The boy seemed unfazed at my reply and simply nodded returning us back to the silent company of each other.



'…I like him already.' I thought with a light smile.

-[]-

So it turned out the boys name was Thomas, but I shortened it down to Tom which he preferred, and he was just one day into withdraw from his ‘Fairy Dust’.



Well it wasn’t like we would use ‘cocaine’ for obvious reasons around the staff or possible detox patients.



His before story was like mine, mundane day to day school routine. But his reasoning for being in here was different as is most everyone’s; he’d been living with his single mother who dated, big surprise, total jerks and users.

One guy started bunking down in their apartment and then did jack s**t to help out. He’d buy booze and drugs, illegal or otherwise, with food and rent money and began dictating his mom’s life. Longer story short Tom came home to see his mom getting beaten to a bloody pulp and stepped up to the jerk…meat cleaver and all.



They’d been running since and his predicament now was similar to mine aside from the multiple juvenile centers and drug withdraw haze he had now every once and again.



“The lines helped me forget.” Tom explained as we went through the lunch line scooping and picking out ‘healthy’ foods. “Dust was just an extra up ‘cause it would also help me sleep or black out without dreams.”



That was another thing, Tom hated dreams. Ever since the murder they either:



A) Made him regret not being more protective and supportive to his mom.

Or

B) Wish that he’d never played with the matches that burned down their first home that killed his dad.



Either way he felt the obvious guilt that it was his entire fault.



“It’s mainly your fault.” I said after his explanation in a 'so what?' kind of tone with added shoulder shrug. As if it were just me being a good friend saying that it was okay he'd b***h slapped his girlfriend when she hadn't stopped harrasing him. And then he did something unexpected…laughed.



“Th-thanks.” He said through his laughter as he patted, more like slapped, me on the back. “Anyone who would ‘help’ me before you would coo me into a corner with ‘it’s okay’ and ‘you had your reasons’.”



I gave him a look and pursed my lips before speaking. “Soo…you wanted someone to reassure you of your guilt?” I asked as I took a bite of runny mac-n-cheese.



He nodded and tore into what could be compared to a week old roll with a slight smile.



We ate in silence while I thought on his way of reasoning till group where I wasn’t called on to recall my tale or feelings.



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Tom-Tom—I’d taken to calling him that as a joke when I saw a GPS commercial during my wings TV time—and I were roaming the halls when we saw a bus pull up to the front of the building. A few rushed to the windows, mainly the idiots, and others perked up at the promise of new arrivals. Others, Tom-Tom and I falling under that category, just moved on our merry way away from the noise.



“So you’re saying that if you asked someone to say it was your fault…you wouldn’t have taken it as them laying on the guilt?” I asked returning to yesterday’s topic that still confused all logic in my brain.



“Pretty much.” He said and shrugged, his hands shoved in his pants pockets. He’d taken another Vicodin from me; just one seemed to calm his nerves, not sure why they aren’t in his daily little pill cup. “But I don’t know why you’re looking at me strangely, you took off a dudes jaw cause he just talked.”



“Not just talked!” I exclaimed and threw my arms up for effect. “He belittled, slandered, and just criticized everyone within ear shot espically me. Just cause I’m not one of his giggly air-headed girl friends doesn’t mean he should rag on me. Okay, so I spoke my mind when he wouldn’t shut it twice, at least four times, but he had it coming.” I said and crossed my arms.



“I guess; it still seems a little harsh.”



“Harsh, that’s not nearly as bad as what will happen to James when I get out of here. His balls will literally be on a sliver platter…maybe with his head. Oh! Or I could take his balls and stuff them int-“



“Stop.” Tom said interrupting me and covering my mouth with his hand. “While I might agree with you on one or two points that your punishment wasn’t that harsh to that Bobby kid I am still male, and the image of that specific future punishment is going to make me cringe every time I’m near you.” He said and gave me a very serious look.



I just rolled my eyes and stepped back from his hand before we began walking again, this time in silence. For however long it lasted anyways.



“Hi!” A girl with bright red hair that was in all sorts of crazy braids exclaimed as she all but shot out in front of our path like the Roadrunner.



I stared at her with wide eyes from my surprise and blinked a few times before I could regain the knowledge I was indeed still in the present. “…hi?” I asked and waved weakly.



The girl hugged—more like constricted—me and Tom before taking her place back in front of us. “…bye!” She said and smiled brightly before waving like her hand was moving in such a slow-mo it was fast and spun like a ballerina before taking off down the hall in the direction we’d come.



“Well that was normal.” Tom-Tom said and shrugged moving on.



“It was?” I asked still in place, my feet glued to the floor with a strange quizitive expression on my face. I didn’t move till I felt it would be possible not to recall her distracting and dizzying hair color without stumbling and jogged to catch up with Tom. “It was?” I repeated as I took my place next to him again.



“Yeah, that girl’s been here about three years from what I hear. Kleptomaniac if I recall. She does that to cope with the docs not giving into her games. …check your pockets.” He said and chuckled like it was just a small rumored joke.



But I had my pills in my pocket. Pills, which from what I could now tell, were gone from my hoodie pocket. “That little b***h…” I said in a revelationary way before turning, seeing one of her many braids disappearing behind the corner to the main common room. I did the logical thing though, the smart thing; I took down the hallway like a hound out of hell.



I quickly located the girl, her hands darting swiftly in and out of a new victims pockets. Stalking up to her I grabbed her wrist the way they’d taught us in defense classes before I came here and she dropped the interns’ cell phone.



“OW! Owowowowowow!!” She exclaimed and started to jump like she was on hot coals and not the dirty tile floor.



I dragged her round the corner into an empty room and pushed her against the closed door once I’d locked it. “Where are they!?” I screamed at her raising my hand in a threat to slap her.



“Where’s what!?” She yelled back at me as she tended to her throbbing wrist.



“What you stole off me, that handkerchief, give it back.” I said in a slightly calmer voice and held the raised hand out as I waited for my property.



The girl started at me dumbly. “…I have no clue what you’re talking about lady.” She said and turned to unlock the door.



I growled and pulled her by the shoulder away from the door and pinned her against the cemented wall hard. “Give. Them. Back.” I said. She didn’t move. I pulled her away and slammed her back to the wall, her head hitting it with an unsettling dulled down crack. “Now.” I growled out through gritted teeth with killer intent in my eyes.



Her clear-water blue eyes widened a bit in fear as the message got across and she reached into her jacket pocket and felt around before pulling out the lavender cloth that was tied to hold the pills with a hair-tie.



“Glad doing business with you…” She said in a shaky voice as I let shoved the thing back into my pocket and let her go.



The next day she was sent to solitary by request.

-[]-

“Hi.” The red headed girl said to me in a ‘inside voice’ with lunch tray in hand about two weeks later.



I glanced up at her out of the corner of my eye and went back to eating my soggy sloppy-Joe.



“Can I eat with you two?” She asked in a somewhat desperate tone, her eyes welling up with tears. I gaped.



“A-are you about to cry?” I asked her in a shocked voice backing up a bit from the water works. She nodded and sniffed with trembling lips, her hands shaking the tray slightly, the nasty green Jell-O wobbling a little hypnotically.



“You can sit with us.” Tom said nonchalantly and though she was just a new girl at school. More gaping!



“She stole from me not but last week! You’d be seizure shaking if I hadn’t gotten the pills back!” I said in a hushed yell.



Still though she took the seat next to me with a muttered ‘thank you’, still sniveling as she calmed herself by taking a fork full of dated lettuce drenched in ranch past her purple glossed lips wincing lightly at the tangy taste of the overbearing dressing.



I slumped in my seat glaring up at Tom from under my long lashes with eyes that I like to think the Devil would be afraid of, the green of them once compared to monster blood. …is that really what people believe it looks like?



“So what’s your name?” Tom asked the girl with a dull voice showing little interest but still kept his gentlemanly manners in mind.



“Lola.” She said in a quiet voice through her mouth full of Jell-o.



“…just Lola?” I asked when she didn’t give us a last name.



She nodded as she chewed, quiet since the first time I’d met her.

-[]-

Tom and I went about as normal after that with the one exception that was a very hyper red head that swarmed about out feet like a mass of kittens, or maybe more like thick mud or water; the kind that takes shoes off and tires you as you trudge through it.



And that’s what she did; tired the life out of me. She’d dance around us and talk like her mouth was a never ending motor!



“Shut. UP!” I finally screamed out after only the second day of her pestering. “Good god do you even hear yourself talk, you’re like a never ending, big mouthed, water fall of gab!” I fumed, pushing her with every insult.



She looked at me with her crystal blue eyes like a puppy…or maybe one of the kittens I’d compared her to earlier. Either way it was making me feel kind of guilty.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair frustrated and kept going on down the hall without a glance back to Tom or Lola.

-[]-

Tom-Tom and Lola came to sit with me at dinner that night; I didn’t eat, just picked at the sorry excuse of a Saul berry steak.



“I’m sorry.” Lola said clearly even through all the chatter that surrounded us. “I didn’t think talking could get on your nerves so much. I just assumed you were a chatty person since you hang out with such a quiet guy.” She explained as she did the same with her food.



I was quiet at first, as her logic sunk in though it made me laugh a bit. “That’s gotta be the stupidest piece of logic I’ve ever heard.” I said through my giggles.



“I-it’s not!” She stammered blushing a bit. It only progressed my laughter.



“W-what did you think I was? One of those gossip girls that entrusts her secrets to the ‘Quiet Guy’?”



“…yes.” She muttered, her head down as she flipped the mushy patty of meat.



I was in hysterics; it was amazing the orderlies didn’t come and sedate me.



“Is it really so funny?” Tom asked when I’d calmed down a bit.



“I think so.” I said as I wiped a few welling tears from my eyes. “A-as if…as if I’d entrust you with a secret.”



“You wouldn’t?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.



“Not something meaningful and embarrassing. You’re still a dealer Tom-Tom, to me anyways. Information like a phobia could get me in a pinch.”



“You analyze things too much.” He muttered as he ate his chunky mashed potatoes. He winced.



“Maybe, but better safe than sorry I think.” I said as I poked my pudding with the plastic spoon…it stuck. “Geez! It’s like food from a bad high school cartoon! Do they expect us to ingest this?” I asked and threw the just as plastic fork at the steak. It bounced off. I sighed.



“I can get us some real food.” Lola said perking up at the thought of being useful no doubt.



“Thanks Lola. But breath mints, hard candy, and bubble gum you pick off the nurses and orderlies won’t suffice for a real meal.” I said and leaned back in my chair folding my arms across my chest.



“No I can get you real food; a hot meal!” She exclaimed loud enough to get around the point she was trying to prove herself.



I raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Really… How?” I asked playing along.



She got a devious smirk on her face, her purple lips like petals of poison.

-*-

Chapter two, yay. Not the most feedback but still thanks for the votes and comment. Love how I can leave the 's' off that word heh, anyways I'm glad some of you like it. I figure that I'll just post a chapter once every one or two weeks so again, if you'd like to read it sooner check out the Journal.

ALSO! I know it's weak to beg but I've started a new RP in University/School called "All Boy's School, Let's GO!" and the link in my signature (it's what says CLICK ME ;D) so if you would please take a look at that.

I only have two(?) more spots for girl students and I'm always in need of teachers and guy characters cause it'd be awesome to get this RP off the ground unlike my others that I've posted and never got started...yet anywho.

Thanks for reading, comments are welcomed and loved,
Bee~

“You can’t be serious.” I said as Lola, Tom, and I stood in front of an old air duct after she got us out of our rooms. Compliments of the newbie intern that seemed to have a thing for the mischievous red head. “I am not crawling though that… Unless a feast awaits at our destination.” I compromised and shifter my weight and crossed my arms.



“Oh please model girl, you’ll fit, and it’s clean.” She whispered and pulled a screwdriver out of her hoodie pocket. “I travel these ducts at least twice, maybe four or five times a week. I make sure they’re clean and without any modifications.”



“Modifications?” I asked and made a confused face.



“Yeah, you know, motion censors, small cameras, maybe even mirrors if they decided to get creative.” She explained as she took out the last screw placing it in a plastic baggie that she then sealed and pushed into her pants pocket before concealing the screwdriver.



Biting her violet lip nervously she superciliously removed the grate without a sound and smiled once she’d had it carefully and securely propped up against the wall.



“After you Dame Lily.” She said and bowed after flourishing her arm and tucked it against her stomach.



“Haha. You’re a riot.” I said and stuck my tongue out and screwed up my face as I, hesitantly, crawled into the vent. “I can’t believe I’m about to do this.” I said and rolled my eyes upward wondering if it were really worth food.



“Yeah, yeah, yeah just remember flat hands, drag your knees, and make the first left in the ducts. I’ll be behind you and Tom will be behind me since I’m sure you wouldn’t trust me at the end of the line.” Lola said as she looked around for any upcoming workers who might ruin our little field-trip around the building.



“Smart girl.” I said and smirked as I finally got into the air duct and, following her pointers I slowly crawled farther into the small space.



‘Good thing I’m not claustrophobic.’ I thought as I saw a cross way a few feet ahead.



“God I think my shoulders might dislocate.” I muttered as we continued down.



“Yeah this is actually a really great work out if you think about it. I actually got a chiropractor after a few months of this because my therapist thought it would be conducive to my recovery. Lots of free lollipops.” She said with a smile in her voice.



“You doing okay back there Tom?” I asked as we rounded the corner on the left.



“Oh yeah, what’s not to be okay with?” He asked sarcastically.



I smiled and shook my head slightly as we continued.

-*-

“Okay.” Lola said after about ten or maybe even fifteen more minutes of crawling. “Now I need to get in front of you…so Tom you need to back up a bit.” She said and I heard the shifting metal under them as it moved with their shifting weight.

“Alright, Lily, crawl back.” Lola said after a short silence, and I did so carefully incase she was too close behind me. …that was an understatement.



As I moved my way back I eventually saw Lola underneath me lying on her stomach waiting patiently for me to get back. I shook my head as I finally passed over her feet and she got back up on her hands and knees and made the length I’d crawled back from forward very quickly and quietly.



“Hey, Squid it’s me Ladybug. Throw me the key, sustenance is needed.” She said with a goofy grin as she gazed down into the dark room. Skillfully though a key was thrown through one of the open slots in the dusty grate and Lola caught it with a bright smile I could only make out from the dim light that was from other rooms or more so likely nurses’ stations.



Soon, with a few possible future bruises to my sides, we were in a bigger room than my own, with a private bathroom and even a small TV. “Wicked; is this a higher level room?” I asked as I looked around the place for the occupant of the room. “Lucky son of a gun I’ll tell you. I’d give anything to be able to watch my weekly shows again when I want.”



“Well it only gets a few channels. Nothing conducive to a criminal or unstable mind.” A new voice said before a girl with long onyx black hair popped up from under the bed with a large cardboard box. “It’s lame really; I can’t get any of the really good shows like Lie to Me till I’m a level thirteen.” She said as she placed the box on the bed and began to open it with a dull edged letter opener she pulled from between her mattress.



“I see…well I’m only a level four; the most I get is an extra hour of lights and third floor privileges.” I said and shrugged.



That’s the way The School worked. If you took your pills, didn’t cause trouble, participated in group, and did what was expected of you then you went up a ‘level’ and got new privileges with each level; level five, my next step up, I’d get phone rights and monitored computer time. A half hour at most for each from what Lola told me. She was a level ten.



“You’re on your way up there. Soon you’ll be on my floor if you keep up what you do now.” The dark haired girl said and sorted through the box, Lola looking over the other side across from her. “I’m Renee by the way, pyro case; set fire to my apartment and put my mother into ICU, it’s been three years as of…last Monday if I recall. They always let me go and visit her. I make sure to dress like the Devil when I get the chance, always scares the piss out of that woman.” Renee said and chuckled darkly.



“Pyro? Then…why’s your nickname ‘Squid’?” I asked and tilted my head in confusion.



Renee smiled and laughed lightly as she ran her pale and small hands through her dark hair. “It’s Strawberry’s nickname for me cause my hair. I’m Squid cause my hair reminds her of ink. You can guess where her nickname came from.” She said, her golden eyes glinting in the streaks of light from street lamps that came in from the parking lot near this side of the building.



“OH! You got ramen!?” Lola exclaimed, Renee pushing her hand over the girls mouth and holding a finger up to her puckered lips as she let out a harsh ‘Shhh!’



“Yeah, ‘Demitri’ got it for me about three nights ago.” Renee said and smiled smugly as though she had higher connections. And she probably did, she’d been here long enough it seems. Long enough to get a TV anyways.



“Is it Maruchan? That’s my favorite brand.” I said and smiled approaching the box with Tom quick on my heels, quiet as ever.



“Nah it’s that Turtle stuff, it’s decent though I guess. I also got Spaghetti-O’s, some granola bars with that chocolate chip stuff, and a few new bags of chips. You should see all the cash I’m raking in from the gluttons.” She said with a devious smirk.



“Nice.” I said distantly as I looked over the labels for the chip bags. Mainly Lay’s of course, Bar-B-Q only having one family sized bag left. “Oh man I love you already Squid.” I said and reached for it as though it were the Holy Grail only to have my hand slapped.



“Payment is a requirement of course, five bucks.” She said and curled her fingers impatiently.



“Aww come on Squid, these are some new close friends of mine; give em’ the discount like you do with me.” Lola said and batted her lashes as she took two cans of Spaghetti-O’s.



“You get your stuff free because you took the rap for me on that pizza incident in only your first year here. But they gotta pay up like everyone else. So fork something over, cash, pills, or something that produces fire.” Renee said and I smirked.



“Vicodin okay?” I asked and put my hand into my hoodie pocket to reach for the handkerchief.



“I got this Lily.” Tom said and reached into his pocket pulling out an assortment of colored lighters in various shapes as well; even a match book or two. I was impressed. “You can have all these for three years worth of your stock when and what we want anytime we want. Like you said, it’s just a matter of time till we’re on your floor.” He said and gave a smirk that made me remember why he and I got along so well.



Renee seemed to go bug eyed when she saw the jackpot in Tom’s hands and she nodded her head furiously. “Deal, you’ve got it Sir.” She said and smiled as though he were her new valued customer.



“Great. Now,” He began and picked the bag of chips I had reached for earlier and plucked it from the group and handed it to me. “here you are. And I think…oh sweet! I’ll take this.” He said and pulled out a whole box of Quaker Oats peanut butter chocolate chunk granola bars.



“You are such a weird-o Tom-Tom. All this junk food and you pick something slightly healthy for you?” I say and roll my eyes as I open the bag of chips and pop a hand full of the flavored deliciousness into my mouth. It was like sex…just bad for my health.



I couldn’t help but groan as the fatty food went down my throat and also couldn’t help but blush when Renee said “That’s what she said.” with a smirk.



We all laughed and discussed various things till about four in the morning. Somehow the three of us made it back into the vent and we all helped secure the grate back into its rightful place before getting back to our rooms.



“Well that was eventful.” I said to myself as I lay down in my bed. I stared at the ceiling till about 5:15 that morning.

I only got three hours of sleep.



Thanks a lot Agorphia for being my number one fan and an awesome donator to my dream avi, you're uber pimp! Heh. I hope you like this update and maybe...share it with your friends? sweatdrop Just an idea ^///^

Look forward to an update this weekend cause it's my present for my going to have an awesome weekend what with New Moon coming out. I'm not a creepy stalker fan but OMG a two hour movie with shirtless tan hotties!? Why WOULDN'T you have fun with that and want to give out updates?

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Very cool chapter! I like the "that's what she said" joke. xD

I like your ideas with the different levels. It foreshadows the moment when Lily, Tom, and Lola become as high of a level as Squid.
There's much to look forward to!

In the beginning, I think you made a typo when you put "I compromised and shifter my weight..." when I think you meant "shifted." xD

I also like how the chapter title was mysterious until the introduction of Squid.

You're very welcome! I really enjoy reading your writing. I'll be sure to tell some people about it! : D

Haha, I'm looking forward to the update!

You guys are seriously awesome, reading all these new replies made me smile REALLY big like this: biggrin (x10) As a treat here are the levels and the little rewards that go with them I hope you enjoy!

~*~

These are the Levels, you're worth is all but ranked on where you're pegged so anyone above basement ground is all but scum to the employees though they'll never admit it in front of a resident. There are twenty levels but no one has ever reached the big two-oh; they're always bumped out into the 'real world' for being cured or eventually go insane from the freedom they're given proving that those who can't function properly can't function again.

So no one has ever reached level twenty. And honestly with previous cases that have been witnessed by residents, no one wants to ever reach it.

Level 1:
-T.V. Time (4 Hours per week)
-Recess (One hour every day)

Level 2:
(No change)

Level 3:
-Game Room Rights
-Second Floor Access

Level 4:
-Extra hour of lights
-Third Floor Access

Level 5:
-Phone rights
-Computer rights (Monitered)

Level 6:
-Fourth Floor Access

Level 7:
-Half Day Pass
-Three Visitor Hours (Monitered)

Level 8:
-Letter Writting/Recieving

Level 9:
-Fifth Floor Access
-Day Pass (with chapparone)

Level 10:
-Visitor Hours (Private Room)
-Unlimited Phone Time (Must follow curfew)

Level 11:
-Move from First to Basement Floor
-Unchapparoned Day Pass (Back by 5PM)

Level 12:
-Personal T.V./Restroom

Level 13:
-Cable

Level 14:
-Night Pass
-Personal Computer (Monitered)

Level 15:
-Sixth Floor Access

Level 16:
-Curfew Extension (12AM)
-Unmonitered Internet Access

Level 17:
-Extended 24-Hour Pass

Level 18:
-Roof Access

Level 19:
(No Change)

Level 20:
-Free Range with-in city limits

Interesting background info!

That whole sentence is wordy and because of that, doesn't make much sense when read the first time. I had to read the second part quite a few times before I got it. Try to shorten it so it's more clear. :3

About when Tom's arm is broken...Describe his screams and how Lily doesn't hear them. Also describe how the people around them are staring at Lily and how Lola could be yelling at Lily to stop or how Lily is staring at her crazy or something. It will make the scene more realistic.

Jeri/Demitri sounds interesting!

I'm going into French III, so if you need any help with French, feel free to ask me for help. :3