Today seems like the worst day to be added to general population. Don't the guards get that? I heard that gang leaders just had a fight until death, literally. One lady died, the other one was rushed to medical, severely injured, so I heard the guards say as they lead me down the dimly-lit prison corridor. Either way, today is my day to officially 'join' prison.

We stop in front of a gated area titled 'C'. "This is you, Lambert," CO Stefanovic shoves me into the large room, shuts the bars, locking me in my new home. Another CO, Ward, tell me my room number and continues on her way.

I walk towards my cell, observing the common area. Not too bad: TV, a phone area, plenty of tables. Someone catches my eye, a blonde woman. She gives me a foul frown as she mutters something to the others sitting with her at a table across the room. I decide to ignore it. I am intruding in their eyes, I'm sure.

I enter my cell to find my cellmate laid out on the bottom bunk.

"Hi, I'm -"

"Did I speak to you?" The woman grunts out at me. "No? Then do not talk to me unless spoken to."

"Um, sure. Well, my name is Sabrina and I live here now, so..." I throw my things up on the top bunk. "You are?"

"Annoyed by your talkative ass. Name's Osborne. Guess we have to live together, but stay the fuck out of here in the day. I like my alone time, so bye," She rolls on her side, ignoring me completely.

"Okay, then bye." What crawled up her snatch and died? As I turn to exit, that blonde girl from earlier is standing confidently in the door frame. "Do I know you?"

She huffs and lightly chuckles,"You're gonna know me." She looks past me," Hey there, Ozzy."

"Fuck off, Badison," The other woman chimes in.

"Temper, temper," Badison, I suppose that is her name, shakes her head slowly. "So, Cookie, walk with me."

Am I Cookie? The fuck does that mean? Oh well, I walk along side of her out of the cell. "Your name is Badison? Did you piss off your parents before you were born," I snicker.

"Hmm, I'm going to give you the benefit of a doubt and some mercy since it is your first day. Don't y'talk to me like that again, Curly Q. It's bad ass. What's ya name?" She asks with a thick Boston accent.

"Sabrina Lambert." I'm quickly loosing interest in this conversation. "Excuse me," I nod and hurry off into the direction of the bathroom just to get away.

Badison returns to her posse, looking in the my direction while I walk away, "That girl is such a cookie, a few minutes with me and she is already crumbli-."

"Can you stay focused for one fuckin minute, Badison? Carol is hurt. I know she'll be fine, but wow, it's still crazy that Barb is dead," Brock interrupts.

"Got what was coming to her. About time," Adds Gail. "Don't worry about the new girl. Let her be until Carol is back."

"Yeah, whatever."

Besides that first altercation, Badison or anyone else hasn't said anything to me since. That was over a week ago. It's been boring as hell, but at least it hasn't been horrible. It has given me time to reflect on what got me in here in the first place.

I brush out my thick curls of deep chestnut hair as I exit the shower. Someone runs straight into me, knocking me to the floor.

"Whoops, watch out, bitch," Some random inmate laughs with her friends and exits just as quickly as she came.

"I didn't fucking do anything, Jesus," I mutter to myself, pulling myself up from the floor.

From aroumd the corner of the enterance, a tall woman with black hair and glasses appears. "Ignore them. They are being extra bitchy waiting on Carol to return. I'm Alex."

I blush lightly, "Sabrina."

"You're pretty quiet, well at least for the people around here. That's a relief actually, but if you want to talk sometime, I'll be around," She smiles a warm smile and steps into the shower. I hurry out.

The first person to show some kind of niceness to me and I run away. I'm an idiot around pretty girls, I swear.

I make my way back to the common area to see everyone is in high spirits, a shocker.

"Carol is coming back tomorrow," Someone at the table where Badison and the big group are, exclames.

This is what I have been most nervous about. This Carol must be some kind of harcore, bad ass bitch. She is clearly respected around here. All week, she has been what most of the girls have been gossiping about. What if she hates me? Will she send her gang out on me, or will she attack me? Oh god. I thought prison gangs were just for television, but apparently not.

"Denning, it's time for you to go home to your girls. Have they been talking my fucking ear off, asking how you are and when you'll be coming back. Well, now's the time," CO Hellman walks in front of her as they work their way back to C Block, or rather Carol Block.

As she enters, all eyes are on her. The woman stares out to the uneasy room. After a few moments, a small, proud smirk appears on her face meaning triumph. The room is filled with many cheers and applause. Carol approaches her tribe and sits in her chair at her long table.

"So, Caro-" Badison starts.

"Do not ask questions now. I need time to relax." Carol feels all of the eyes in the room on her except one set. She notices a girl sitting alone at a table furthest from others. She wonders who she is. She has to have just got here, considereing she is all alone. 'Pretty,' Carol thinks. She stares at the girl, examining every inch of her. She wonders who she is and what kind of person this girl is.

"Carol? Do you need to rest now?" Creech leans across the table.

"Don't talking to me like I'm a fucking kindergardener," and with that, she stands and heads for her own room, to be unbothered.

"What did I say?" Creech confusingly questions.

Carol. She is tall, fairly thin, but well built. Her hair is similiar to mine, style-wise. I have always loved a side part with one side having a bumped out bang. Thought it was retro, very 80s. Well, Carol's hair hasn't changed since then, but I admire that. She stuck to her own sense of fashion. I'm surprised her look is so healthy and styled considering she has been in prison almost as long as I have been alive.

Carol. She either didn't notice that I saw her staring at me or she just doesn't give any fucks. Either way, her stare had a lot to say. She seemed confused why I am in her territory, but also intrigued by it. I didn't expect such a pretty woman, though. Intimidating, she definitly is, but i don't feel entirely scared of her. Maybe that's foolish of me.

I can't stop thining about her and her eyes. Her intensely blue eyes. Mesmerizing if you ask m- Woah. I haven't even spoken to her yet, but she has some kind of hold on me. This could be why she has such a following.

I snap back into reality as the guards call us for yard time. It is still being split by blocks since the war that happened. As we are all led out into the bricked area they call a yard, Alex catches up to me.

"So, are you adjusting well here?" She stretches next to me.

I fake laugh, "I guess as good as I can. It is prison after all. The only thing i haven't got used to is the persistant fluorecent lighting 24/7," I pause. "How long have you been here?"

"In Max, only a few months. Prison has been my on and off again girlfrind though," Alex's face changes like she is remembering something in her past.

"Oh..." That's all I got? Oh?

From one corner of the yard, stands Carol and some of her most trusted girl clearly. Alex catches her eye and she gestures for her to come over there, eyes squinted, face harsh. Carol then shifts her focus to me and her face becomes more neutral with her eyes opening wider. She gives me a once over as Alex approaches her. I watch as they talk for some time,unsure if they are talking about me or not.

Of course Alex is part of her gang. It seems a lot of girls are. The amount of power this woman wields is incredible, attracting. I lean against the wall, keeping to myself. I feel the crystal blue eyes back on me. I make eye contact with her. I dare hold the gaze. She shifts from the neutral stare to a much more threatening one. I look away, yet still feel her eyes on me. What did I do to anger her?