The suns rays had melted through Fox River and heated up the prison. In almost every room had fans blowing or people drinking water to stay hydrated. The infirmary was packed with inmates who had suffered the heat and Gen Pop was filled with angry inmates that cursed at the guards who passed them. It was a terrible day to be a new 'fish' to the prison. But that wasn't going to stop the bus from entering the prison walls and stopping in front of the entrance. The prisoners were filled off the bus and led into the heated prison where they were they were deloused one by one. After they quickly changed into the prisoner uniforms and were given a clipboard with questions on it. A boy around 18 filled it out in about 5 minutes before handing it back to a guard.
"Over there," the guard said pointing to the forming line of inmates.
The boy walked over and stood behind the inmate in front of him. The guards counted up the prisoners then nodded to one another.
"Let's go," the guard at the front said motioning his arm.
The line slowly but surely moved down the long hallway until they got to a cage door. The guard opened it and the line continued through.
"Stop," the guard said.
The line stopped and guards appeared, they took different inmates to their new cell. The boy watched as the inmates all around him were picked out of line and sent away.
"Jason Hack," the guard said reading from a clipboard.
The boy got out of line and followed the guard toward the set of stairs. A cell door opened and the boy was pushed in.
"Close on 13,"
The cell door closed and the boy turned to face his new cell mate. The man got up off the lower bunk and stood in the light. He had grey hair and wrinkles on his face and he wore the same prisoner's uniform as everyone else. Jason noticed the thing in his arms was a cat, it was a long brown haired cat.
"Hello," the inmate said politely.
"Um..hi," Jason said nervously.
"And you are?"
Throughout Jason's years in a juvenile detention centre he learned to always answer a person's questions, even if you don't want to.
"Jason Hack,"
The old man just smiled and held out a hand.
What?! Jason thought to himself.
But he reluctantly took and found himself smiling as well.
"I'm Charles Westmoreland," the old man said petting his cat.
A/N: I hoped you liked it. The title will make sense a little ways in the story, but you need to review for me to continue! ;)