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The rules were simple. You fuck with his boy, he's gonna fuck you harder.

Fuck Christian for being a good friend, right? He was lucky to [i]only[/i] be getting community service for the heinous crime that he had committed against a fellow citizen. For once a black man didn't get the short end of the stick when it came to the system, and he honestly didn't know how to feel about it. At the very least, he was surprised. Even after all of these years later, for what he did, he expected to be in juvie or even straight up prison. He got off easy. However, he was still wearing orange. 

Seems like the rest of these yoo-hoos were more or less suffering from the same problem Christian was. Well, at least he had other people to share the misery with. There was his boy, who was actually there when he committed the crime that landed him here. There were also a lot more girls than he expected to be here. They must've really raised them different in this place. Usually there'd be more boys in a setting like this, but he guessed not.

As he was about to find the garbage picking apparatuses, he heard someone speak up. Definitely not the [i]friendliest[/i] girl. But then again, they were here for a reason. The next girl to speak had a better attitude, and that was more up Christian's alley. [color=gray][b]"Christian Hill. Please don't call me Chris."[/b][/color] Christian squinted, [color=gray][b][i]"I'll hurt you."[/i][/b][/color]