I spent two days isolated from everyone. It wasn’t so bad. It was enough time for me to get my bearings and start starving myself again. By the time I got back out, a million different versions of my fight with Seven had spread. Most of them spread by Jenkins and most of them wrong.

Being back around people was certainly something I didn't relish after being released from isolation. But, there seemed to be a new layer of respect floating around the prison when people saw my tiny, skinny, and weak form walk into the court yard. This time, I was the one who forced me to eat food.

"Stick!" exclaimed Jenkins. "You're out of isolation!"

I was attacked from behind by his huge form and I very nearly crumpled under his weight which would have been embarrassing. But Jenkins was unaware of my muscular turmoil. Marvin caught sight of us and hurried over. When he pat me on the back, I really did drop my tray of food. I looked at it on the ground, then at Marvin who had an apologetic smile playing on his lips.

"Sorry, Stick," He said. I sighed. A big teddy bear indeed.

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Shrugging, I picked up my tray and tossed it in the trash then promptly sat down next to it. Without a half second of hesitation, Marvin and Jenkins flopped down on the grass beside me.

"Okay, okay. So, Stick, you gotta hear all of what happened since you were put in isolation," Marvin started, a big grin on his face and he leaned back into the grass on his elbows.

"Seven got put into isolation for only one day since he wasn't the one to technically start the fight. But he definitely put up a fight when they were throwing him in there. We could hear his yells down in our cells," Jenkins continued.

"Pretty sure he attacked some of the guards." Marvin agreed.

"Then, when he came out yesterday, we saw that his forearm was completely scared from your surprise attack." Jenkins gave me a nudge of appreciation and I sighed internally. I was supposed to have one month left...

"Now you definitely can't say you didn't kill the president. I mean, come on. You made yourself a knife! You have insane fighting skills that destroyed a guy three times your size. Only question now is why you hid it from us that whole time."

I rested my head on the trash can behind me, my face towards the sun. Oh, whatever. Why not start now?

"We're breaking out of the prison," I said.