Jill twirled the butterfly knife around. The movements spoke of controlled rage. Her face wore a pouty expression.

Anna, the one with the glasses, walked over to Jill, stood over her, “If they find out that you have that, you will get more than a spanking.”

“I’ll kill her if she tries something like that again.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Maybe I do. Maybe I will stab my way out of here.”

“Why do you have to be like this?”

“You sound like one of the nuns.”

“At least I have a chance of getting out of here.”

“Yes, Miss Goody Two Shoes gets her freedom.”

“Fuck you.”

Jill chuckled. She put the knife away, laid down on her bed, settling down on her belly. Then she put her head on her folded arms and closed her eyes.

Anna eyed the angry girl’s bottom, not with lust, but with mischief. She raised a hand slowly, readying it for a strike to the sore spot.

“I hate it here,” Jill proclaimed, real despair in her voice.

Anna frowned, lowered her arm, “We don’t have that long left. Just two more years at the most.”

“Two more years. I can’t do it. That is too long. How did I end up in this place?”

Anna sat down on the neighboring bed. her smile returned, albeit in a lesser form, “You don’t know?”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I’m here because I shoplifted a few times and started a small fire. Daddy thought that the nuns could straighten me out, so he bribed the judge to have me sent here.”

“Mine thought that I would stop acting up if he got me away from the city.”

“Everyone here is a delinquent whose parents are rich. It’s such bullshit.”

“That’s true. But what did you mean when you said that you didn’t know how you ended up here?”

“Like, how did I managed to fuck my life up this bad? I should be in college, partying with the boys, drinking myself stupid.”

“Maybe you will find Jesus, become a good girl,” Anna suggested, her bemused smile turning wicked.

Jill laughed, rolled over. She let out a yelp, bowed up so that her ass no longer made contact with the sheets. Her hands shot to her bottom.

Anna laughed, doubled over, one arm over her stomach, the opposite hand over her mouth. Jill bolted up. Giggling, she began to playfully attack her friend.