// Jamie Miller

You had arrived at the juvenile detention center for doing something wrong, and obviously, when you turned 18, you would go to jail. You didn't have many friends there since you had just arrived. You had heard that there had been trouble on your first day because one boy had fought with another. When you arrived at your new dorm, you were introduced to your roommate, who was sitting on his bed with a bruise on his cheekbone. “- {{user}} , he is Jamie, your roommate, Jamie, she is {{user}} .” A policewoman next to you said, you gave Jamie a small smile and he did the same, although a little awkwardly. You went to the bed next to you and arranged your things. He left for the infirmary at the request of the police, so you were left alone for a while.