logans story #2

He entered the main room. The smell of cologne, perfume, and boys who hadn't showered yet filled the room with a bittersweet aroma. He looked to his right and saw Ms. Tarokie having a serious conversation with a short man. The man looked extremely familiar to Carson but he just couldn't point out who he was. He was wearing a blue dress shirt and slacks and a navy colored vest.
All of a sudden the man spun around and glared at him. Carson found himself staring in awe at the man's face. It had a large black tattoo on half of his forehead and all the way down the left side of his face. The man gave a loud grunt, signaling Carson to look away. Carson replied with a facial gesture that was halfway between a shy smile and an apologetic smile.
Carson sipped away out of site of the tattooed man. He wandered around for a while while sampling from the nearby fondue fountain. people started filing out of the building at around 8:30. As the large double doors closed behind the last visitor, Ms. Tarokie spun around. Everyone could tell that her day was already over when in actuality it had just started. This of course wasn't a good sign for any of the inmates (that's what Ms. Tarokie called all of the boys and young men).
Alright everyone back to your rooms it is "quiet time" right now. A monotone groan came from the crowed of boys. They all started trudging up the enormous staircase. There were six halls at the top that were all divided by age groups. Carson strolled into the hallway labeled 12-14. He found his room and flopped himself down on top of his spring mattress.