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It stunk. Nothing smells worse than garbage and the ocean.347Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXu4SxLCLx1
Charles stood quietly in line, patiently waiting for his name to be called.
"Ronan?"
"Here."
"Victor?"
"Here."
Charles pulled his eyes away from his shoes to the large boat that lay in front of him. It was a fancy yacht, with large white walls and beautiful wooden floors. He would be staying on that boat with his inmates for a week. He had earned the privilege of looking at the layout of the yacht three days prior.
The inside had long halls with four rooms on each side of the hall. These rooms were huge, the size of a house's master bedroom with two closets, two beds, and two bathrooms. On the left of the hall was the boy's room and on the right was the girl's.
Upstairs was a huge game room with a pool table, dart boards, bowling alley, air hockey, laser tag, and a mini arcade. On the deck were mini golf and an Olympic pool. Sunchairs and smoothie stations were scattered around.
The only reason they were going on this trip was that they had shown the most promise out of all the delinquents at the prison and society wanted to reenter any with over an IQ of 150. Each and every one of them had made a promise.
The longest-lasting delinquent would win one trillion dollars and be freed back into society.
1. They would follow the rules.
2. They would not smoke or do drugs while on the ship.
3. They would be respectful and not fight.
4. They would not attempt suicide.
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Mrs. Honey, the warden, continued to call out names until she stopped at Charles.
"Charles?"347Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIGIaMiJ6sH
"I'm here Mrs. Honey," Charles sighed, hoisting his duffle bag higher on his shoulder.
Mrs. Honey nodded quietly in his direction and faced the rest of the group. "Alright, you stupid kids, bored the yacht in an orderly fashion and head upstairs to the third floor so we can take off properly. Sit wherever. After take-off, you may leave the third floor and go play. If you fall overboard we will not save you because there is no paperwork needed for that so do not fall overboard. A reminder is that this is a treat for everyone's good behavior and it is two weeks long. Now get your asses on board," she huffed turning on her heel and clambering onto the ship.
The group quietly followed suit and sat down on the third floor of the ship. It wasn't long before the captain of the ship boarded and they began to take off.
Charles sat quietly towards the back window and listened to his music. He stared out the window almost completely zoned out before one of the girls from room two sat next to him. 347Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡY72lZ9lQZw
"Hello Charlie," she said sweetly, twisting her hair around one finger. "Why so lonely? Would you like to chat with me?"
Charles' eyes narrowed slightly. He never really thought of girls. How could he? The only thing that ever entered his mind was drugs. He missed the high of drugs. He missed the scent, the look, the taste.
"Hello," he sighed in return, never looking away from the window.
"Do you know who I am?" she asked batting her eyes at him and crossing her legs.
"Do I have to?" He groaned in return.
"My name is Honey," she giggled, extending one hand, showing her perfectly polished manicure.
"Charmed," he mused finally prying his eyes away from the window to look at her. His heart dropped. She was gorgeous.
She was a pretty petite white girl with wavy long golden hair, green eyes, and cream-colored skin. She wore little to no jewelry and a simple black dress. She had thick eyelashes and full lips, a pointed nose, and high cheekbones. She had light makeup on. 347Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ83ziFFQk6Z
Charles gulped and took her hand gently. He paused wondering whether or not he should kiss it before just dropping it awkwardly. This girl was really something else. Like a drug. Charles unknowingly smiled.
The way he usually did when he got his way. He had found a new drug. A new addiction. Something to satisfy his hunger.
The girl leaned close to him. She smelled like candy. Her scent filled his lungs. He needed her. He would get her. One way or another...
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