Sam had been rudely awoken that morning by a guard yelling "PUCKETT! LOOK ALIVE!" in her ear.

The day had gone downhill from there.

Sam was still half convinced this was all a long, horrible dream. She was in juvie -- not an entirely unknown experience, but apparently everyone thought she'd been here for years this time. Her fellow inmates ( Read more... )

Carly sat on her couch, a pamphlet in her hands, pouting down at it. Sam lay back next to her, her feet over the back edge, examining her toes.

"How much do you wanna bet I can play Violin Hero with my feet?" Sam asked.

( cut for dialog and an eensy bit of spontaneous sculpture combustion )

I'll get to my other kids, later, but first, the new girl.

Meet Sam Puckett, the rough and tumble internet star with a heart of -- well, pyrite, at the very least.

( The basics )