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[indent] A uniform in the room announced their next destination. The relief that Haven felt was visible in the way her shoulders sagged. [i]I might have to thank the redhead for taking one for the team.[/i] She thought as she lowered her arms to her side and grabbed her backpack. As she was walking through the door she overheard the medics discussion. The dickhead would live.

Haven mulled over why she felt relieved that he hadn't passed away. She noted the way to the residential area, emergency exits, other juvee's room assignments, as she came to the conclusion that perhaps she just didn't want her first day here to end in a funeral. Even if it was for a stranger.

On a deeper level, Haven didn't wish death upon anyone. Even the worst of the lot deserved to live, but only so they could face their consequences. She just wanted justice. In her eyes, Billy's oncoming concussion was only a slice of a punishment cake. She doubted Rowell would give him anything more than a week in solitary and a slap on the wrist, but Haven guessed that there was more coming for him. One day someone was going to shove the whole bakery down Billy's throat.

The girls separated from the boys, heading down a hall opposite them. Haven began to feel that ever present anxiety begin to creep in again as the girls were being paired off. Who was she going to be paired with? She glanced at the remaining girls. Sophia had already been paired up with the girl who could disappear, so that ruled out the only other person she knew on this side of the dorm.

[b]"Room 110 for Haven Barnes and Zelda DiAngelo."[/b]

Haven blinked as the group stopped once more, her last name hitting her like a cold drop of rain. The uniform continued on, along with the other girls. Haven stood by the door until someone lingered behind with her. She looked over at Zelda, a shorter girl with white hair and the palest skin she had ever seen.

[color=tan]"Hey,"[/color] Haven began with less confidence behind her voice than she would have liked. She cleared her throat and started again. [color=tan]"You can just call me Haven. I don't... really use my last name."[/color] She glanced into the room, and was glad to see that it wasn't going to be a cramped situation. [color=tan]"Do you want to pick what side you want? I don't really mind what I get."[/color]

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