OK peeps, I've decided to redo/continue some of my stories. I thought this one was in dire need of attention. The chapters might not seem too terribly different at first, but I do plan on altering the plot and adding more details. I don't remember where I was going with this story because my plot list was on my old laptop which is no longer working. Please bear with me!

The old stone prison was a lonely place, not even the quietest of sounds manage to echo through its gray, monotone stone halls. In the main room a young girl sat at a rickety wooden desk there, angrily shifting through piles of paperwork with a most disagreeable expression on her face.

She had been recently moved to the front desk of the old jail from her old position from simply filing papers to filing papers, entering convict information, and anything else her boss could (and more than likely, would) come up with. The blue haired girl hated it. Being social was not her thing. Not like she had to be social in a jail, yet still, there was always the possibility of having to talk to someone. Still, she had to get a job somewhere.

The huge steel double doors creaked open and five cops came in. Konan looked up to see who it was, though it was probably one of their regulars, same as always. They had a man who looked about twenty handcuffed in their midst. He had quite a few piercings on his face, short, spiky orange hair, oddly colored eyes, and a pissed off look on his face. That wasn't an unusual look on anyone's face who walked in.

One of the cops walked by Konan's desk and threw the young man's file on her desk without a word or a glance. None of them ever bothered to speak to a mere receptionist like her. That suited her just fine anyway.

Their boots made thumping noises as they walked down the hallway to place the man in a dingy, unclean cell. It was unusual though for someone to go back so quietly. Usually the only ones who didn't go without a fuss were the insane ones, and he didn't look insane. Then again, it's the normal looking people who are mentally unsettled.

Konan opened the file and started to enter it in the system. It wasn't very thick at all, about twenty pages. The girl was glad. It made her job much easier considering how most people who came in here were repeated offenders from who had started at age twelve, or younger.

The blue haired girl read that he was in on accusations of thievery, which was not very uncommon. The cops must really have something against this guy since they took him in with no proof. The file didn't even have what he was accused of stealing in it. That explained why it was so thin.

Konan typed up his file, put it away in the cabinet, and continued going through the rest of her paperwork. Her shift ended, and Konan walked to her modest home a few blocks away. At her house Konan grabbed some leftover pork ramen from the night before and sat down at the table in her small home. She ate it quietly and headed upstairs. Same as always.

As she lay in bed, her thoughts drifted off not for the first time to where she was getting in life and where she wanted to be. Konan sighed as she went through a mental list of what she had: her own house, a job, food, water, and her high school education.

Now, where did she want to be in life? She certainly did not want to be working at the jail for a long time. Beyond that, her mind drew a blank. Oh well, perhaps something along the road of life would present itself. Konan set her alarm clock. Tomorrow was another monotonous, dreary, routine day following the schedule of breakfast, work, lunch, more work, dinner and sleep. Maybe she should follow her friend Layla's advice and find herself a man. It would be something interesting to break the endless boring pattern that was called her life. But where was she going to find a boyfriend? There certainly weren't any suitable candidates at the jail.

Konan sighed. She resigned herself to thinking about it another day and drifted off to her dreamless, black sleep.