She's Feisty by R.E. Cooper (good books for 7th graders txt) 📖

Putting away my worries, I let the darkness consume me. 

I woke up in the Police department completely miserable. After the police caught me yesterday they stuck me in here while a group of officers and the chief of police discussed my time in Juvie. Because I would turn 18 in a few years they decided to keep me in Juvie, and then spend three additional years in jail. They said I would get one call, so I decided this morning I would call my dad. 

Apparently I was all over the news yesterday, so basically everyone in the gang knows where I am and why. The only problem with this, is that they said my full name on the news when they announced my jail time. So now all the people in the rival gangs, who are out to kill me, know where I am. And I know damn well that our gang isn't the only one with people in the police. So I was constantly on edge, around anyone and everyone. 

Now I'm sitting in my cell, waiting to be given my phone call. I look over  to my left and see a cop coming my way. He walks up to the bars and unlocks the door. I follow him to the phone. Silently I press the numbers to our cover phone. The police know who my father is and they've been trying to catch him for years. Along with other people I know. Yesterday the chief of police told me he could shorten my time if I gave him the information he wanted. So when he asked a question I answered in code. When he asked what the codes meant , all I would say is "blood is thicker than water". So they've given up asking me things, but I can tell they're trying to decipher the code. 

The phone rings three times when someone picks up. "Hi, is Tracy there?" Code for, can I talk to the leader? The line was quiet when my father answered. "Danny isn't home." Code : are you alright? "The butterfly flew off." Code: I'm fine. "What does Bob think?" Code: Are you sure? "No, a few scratches and blood but it's okay really." We didn't have any code for that so I just spoke freely. "The house is ready." Code: I'm coming for you. "Is the dog asleep?" Code: Do I need to do anything? "No, don't worry about it." "Purple." Code: when? "Fireworks." Hmm that wasn't a code... Fireworks, what could that be. Fourth of July? "The fourth?" "No, sorry I forgot to teach you this one. Uhh." "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say it's... a surprise?" I tried to edge my voice so he would understand better. I was trying to say a surprise as in, I would know it when I saw it kinda thing. "Uhh yeah." I could tell he knew what I meant. "Hey Trace?" I said smiling at the code name. "Yeah?" He said with a chuckle. "Love ya. Open the umbrella and block the sun." Code: Say hi to everyone for me. "See ya soon." With that the line went dead.

A cop came in and pulled me towards the front doors. There are cuffs on my hands, and I was wearing my dress from last night, which was now ripped up and covered in glass and my blood. I honestly don't know how it hasn't fallen off yet. I walked out the doors and into a cop car, ignoring all the starred. I got it. 45 minutes later we pulled up to Blackford Juvenile Center and I grimaced. Today I wasn meant to come and visit Sam, but instead I was joining him. Last time I checked all of the girls here are a little crazy, so they have to stay in complete isolation. So I would be one of if not the only girl there, surrounded by guys.

A woman came out and escorted me to a room made of concrete. She grinned at me and told me to strip. I did, and she pulled out a hose. After spraying me down, I dried out quickly as she threw me clothes. I slipped on the Orange pants and White tank top, then threw the orange long sleeve on and tied it into a knot so it was a crop top, and a bit low cut for my liking. I pulled on the White shoes and socks and tied my hair up with a hair tie. I gotta admit, if I wasn't in Juvie right now I would say I looked pretty hot. The outfit all over accented my big ass and breast and my small waist. The orange somehow complimented my skin and hair. Making my raven hair and big brown eyes beautiful and silky. 

I stepped back as a woman in white approached me. "Hi there, I'm gonna treat your wound real quick and then we can get you outta this rome." I smiled and rolled up my sleeves. Twenty minutes later my arms were covered in gauze and wraps, and I had a few stitches in my left arm, shoulder, collar bone, and right temple. As well as a bruise the size of Texas on the right side of my chin and neck. 

Then the woman left and two men walked in in officer uniforms. Then walked over and grabbed my arms, "time to meet your inmates." They grinned as I felt a sudden dread in the pit of my stomach. I tried to keep up as they dragged me forward. We walked down the hall to the only other door in sight. I sucked in a breath and got ready. I straightened my back, raised my head, and kept my arm in front of me. I was still cuffed, and I cursed the guards for it. My wrists started to get raw, and I wasn't enjoying it one bit. They pushed open the door and all talking and chatter stopped completely, as I saw hundreds of guys look at me. I didn't see a single girl, for that I gulped. I hardened my expression and walked forward with the guards. They stopped and turned me around so I was facing them. The taller one unlocked my cuffs and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He walked away as the shorter one said to everyone. "Guys this is Melany, she's obviously new. Have fun and don't kill her." He grinned and left, me shooting daggers into the back of his head with my eyes. I turned around and took in all the strange expressions. 

I gave them all a small wave, rolled my eyes, and walked off to a table. Thankfully they were having lunch so I went to get food. I walked to an empty table and started to eat. I wasn't even done with my bread when a guy walked up to me. He was huge. He smirked and grinned wickedly at me. "Well hey there. Mind if I sit?" I didn't know who was who and why they were here, so I didn't feel like getting into any brawls... yet. I looked at the table and shrugged, not bothering to speak. He sat down and. I tensed up when the bench dipped at his weight. He wasn't obese, he was just tall and muscular. 

I put my hand on the table and he went to hold it. I shot him a glare before ripping it away. This repeated several times before I had enough. I could tell everyone was watching but I just didn't care. He went to grab my hand again and I used my other hand to grab my knife. I stabbed it into the table right in between his fingers and said, "obviously you couldn't tell, but I'm not interested." With that I stood up and walked away, leaving the food behind. He wasn't done though. 

I heard him get up and I turned in time to see him try to slap me. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it. Then I pulled it towards me as I swept his feet off the ground. I pushed him onto his stomach and climbed onto his back on the floor. I had my right arm around his neck in a deathly choke hold and my left hand was holding back his arm and twisting it. I was so fast he barely had time to register what happened. As soon as he hit the ground I saw about a dozen guys in the crowd run towards us. But I shot them a look and twisted his arm to call them off. He groaned in pain, "stop stop!" I leaned down and said into his ear. "I told you to stop and you didn't. So the next time you try that, I'll be taking your hand with me." Then I leaned closer and whispered so only he could hear. "To be honest with you, I was a little nervous coming here. One girl, all by herself, surrounded by a bunch of guys. I mean don't get me wrong I can handle myself, but it all seemed so intimidating. But now I'm a bit disappointed." I could feel him clenching his f=jaw, so I went on.

I wanted to make sure he got the message. "I may be a girl, but I'm not defenseless. If you so much as look at me, I will rip your eyes out of their sockets and shove them down your throat, so you can see your insides as I cut you open. Because believe me, this ain't my first rodeo. Now I'm gonna let you go and you're gonna leave me alone. Don't make me regret this." I swiftly got off of him and looked at the crowd of guys. "What! If you got somethign to say to me then fucking say it!" Everyone was silent and I walked away. 

I was walking through the mass of guys when my hand reached out and grabbed me. I went to wack it when my eyes rested on the hands owner. Sam! I squealed and jumped into his arms hugging him so tightly I thought he might break. He hugged me back just as hard. Then we just stayed there inhaling each other's scent. God I missed him, I smiled against his shoulder. "Mel what were you thinking? You could have died in that crash! I mean look at you, you're a mess." Gee thanks Sam. He stood observing my bandages, stitches and bruises. "Nice to see you to Sam." I scoffed. His eyes softened as he looked at me. He smiled a heartwarming smile that I loved and took my hand. He was holding my hand and pulling me through the crowd of guys to a closed off room, that I assumed to be his. There were two sets of bunk beds. A chair and table, and a small bathroom behind a stone wall in the back corner. He pulled me to sit with him. He sat on the bed and I sat next to him. 

We spent the next two hours catching up one everything. Then we sat in a comfortable silence before he asked, "so