Just a little beginning note: I know the idea seems rather far-fetched but I actually heard something along the lines of my idea happened in real life. I wont tell you the idea out and out but I will say that it will have more T-Bag encounters than it will Michael. Read through the thing see if you like it. If you don't, that's fine it's up to you. I'd love to have comments and stuff cause I'm kind of new to this :D
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I
stepped off the secure bus and was quickly met by a sharp wind. Let
me rephrase that, I was more dragged off the bus by two guards who
didn't give a damn about the mental fantasies I was having about
the two of them being blown to smithereens and me somehow escaping.
I was taken to some small room, were I was told to sit and wait
for the Warden. The guards left, much to my glee, leaving me on my
own. Being the rather restless person that I am, I grew bored very
quickly and soon started trying to brush the straight pieces of red
hair out of my eyes. This proved to be rather difficult actually as
the chain connecting my handcuffs kept hitting the bridge of my nose.
I heaved a rather desolate sigh as my hands dropped to my sides.
I missed my longer hair, not that I'm really vain or anything but
after my sentence had been given they had someone cut my hair and it
was now all short and jaggedly, but there was enough of it to fall
into my eyes, which annoyed me greatly. It used to be long and fiery
red, of course having the length it was now would be easier to
control…but still!
The
door suddenly creaked open and in stepped a man whom I could only
presume was the warden. He sat down in front of me, the table between
the two of us.
"Hello Lara, I am Warden Pope." The man began,
his whole appearance seemingly very democracy like.
"Now, as I
understand it you have been sentenced to stay here at Fox River
instead of Chicago State?" Chicago State was the women's prison,
as far as I could understand it, but apparently crime was becoming
more and more common and it was, 'young street rats like me who
needed to be taught a real lesson.' And that was why I was going to
Fox River, the male prison.
…Shoot me.
I
nodded and so Pope continued.
"For your safety, your cell will
be in the Solitary Block of A-Wing and you will be given a separate
hygiene time. Unfortunately, you are to eat with the other prisoners,
and you will be given the same yard time as them." He looked at me
rather worriedly and I knew exactly what he was thinking.
Girl who was pretending to be a boy who was no older than eighteen, barely qualified for 5"0' and probably weighed no more than 115 pounds; was going to go and have yard time with a vast majority of criminals, many of whom were the most dangerous in the state.
…Damn no wonder he looked worried. Hell now I'm even worried!