So, here's a story about Duncan in Juvy. It's going to be in first person. (Duncan's point of view). Enjoy.
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It was raining and cold when the cops took me away. Shoving me up against the hood of a car and hand cuffing my wrists. "Get in there, punk!" Brian, my parole officer, exclaimed at me as he threw me into the back of the car. I tried to have a conversation with him, but I could only hear him muffle and scoff under his breath. The only thing I heard him say was "Shut up, Duncan. I'm not in the mood,". This was when he was yelling at me..... again.

It was 10 at night when we reached Juvy. I only remember this place once before. I was 14. I was low on cash, so I decided to rob a convenience store. Of course, the manager caught me, even with his hurt hand. I kind of shot him and missed. The police came and took me to jail. I was a lonely punk for 2 years. When I finally was released, I vowed that I would only get into enough trouble to only go to regular jail. Unfortunately, now that I'm here, that didn't work out very well, did it?

Everything was that same the minute I stepped into Juvy. Criminals were calling out for their release, the smell of death in every hallway. Speaking of which, the food was moldy and tasted of sweaty gym sock, but then again, that's what you deserve when you go to Juvy. Unfortunately for me, everyone who was in there were either new, the same people from last time, or dead. Either way, I was still a lonely punk in the boules of a dark, cold, damp, cage. When I was taken to my cell, I saw another guy, just sitting there. "Mal. New cell mate. Be good to this one, don't do anything like you have before," the officer told him. He threw me in and I landed on my butt. Just then the other guy stood in front of me. I look up. He was tan and looked kind of emo, the way his hair covered his eye. "Who are you?" I ask him. "People call me Mal. At your disservice,". When he spoke, his voice was deep and evil sounding. I instantly knew that I was in trouble when he told me, "You need to stay out of my way. I run this place,".

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The next morning, I was woken by one of the officers. He was yelling at my cell mate, Mal. Apparently he was switching cells. He was taken away. What followed was another officer who always had a megaphone with him. We were all sure that he loved his megaphone. He said," LISTEN UP PUNKS. YOU WILL BE EITHER CRUSHING ROCKS OR STAMPING PLATES TODAY. BECAUSE I'M FEELING NICE TODAY I'LL LET YOU DECIDE WHICH ONE YOU WANT. DURING BREAKFAST YOU WILL FIND A CLIPBOARD AND SIGN UP FOR A JOB. THAT IS ALL,". I was both surprised and happy to have the option today. As soon as my group was let out for the disgusting slop they call breakfast, I immediately ran to the clip board. "Which one shalt I choose?" I ask myself. I end up stamping plates. One because your inside all day and two all you do is pull a lever.

The rest of my sentence was the same. Breaking rocks. Eating slop, and sitting in a cell for a year. The only time I saw Mal was when we had to go downstairs for meals. Just like he said, he runs the place.

Now that I'm on Total Drama All- Stars I realized Mike was Mal. What am I going to do?
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SO that's all. I hoped you enjoyed that even if it was short.