[voldemort]
It may have seemed a bit like a broken record, but Trevor was seriously getting fed up with the local authorities dumping him into a containment cell whenever they seemed to decide he was annoying or doing something they didn't agree with. He hadn't even thrown anything this time, no injuries, nothing broken, nothing. No laws broken, no complaining witnesses who really meant anything, and besides, he was sixteen, they couldn't get their bollocks and panties in a twist just because he was expressing himself.
But as it was, he'd been in containment for several hours already, and his thoughts were on repeat. And he was bored, which was even worse when the fact he was still buzzing with energy and anger came into play. Not much he could do about it though, he'd already tried screaming nonsense last week, and they just ignored that, leaving him bored and trapped but most importantly, bored.
Huffing a long drawn out breath, the heel of his boot continued to bang rhythmically against the frame of his cot as it had been since he sat down.
But as it was, he'd been in containment for several hours already, and his thoughts were on repeat. And he was bored, which was even worse when the fact he was still buzzing with energy and anger came into play. Not much he could do about it though, he'd already tried screaming nonsense last week, and they just ignored that, leaving him bored and trapped but most importantly, bored.
Huffing a long drawn out breath, the heel of his boot continued to bang rhythmically against the frame of his cot as it had been since he sat down.