Soo I own the prison garments (I made them myself!) lol but not the characters

Tris's POV

"Come on mom! It'll be fun!" I say as I drag her to the car, "I was waiting for your father, I'm coming don't worry." She says, then pauses and continues, "I wouldn't miss your concert for the world." I smile. Dad gets in the car and starts the engine; we drive in silence until dad finally says, "So, Beatrice who's in your band?" "Well, my friends Christina, and Marlene, I sing Christina plays keyboard and Marlene plays electric guitar." We continue to talk until I see a truck coming straight for us, "Look out!" I scream, but it was too late we already and had skidded across the road. We finally stop and I crawl over to mom and shake her, "Mom?" she doesn't respond, "Dad?" I shake him, but like mom he doesn't move. I listen to their heartbeats, no pulse. I start to cry, all I can think is it's all my fault, it's all my fault.

I wake up shaking and sniffling, this nightmare haunts me, but unfortunately it's a living nightmare, one I cant's escape. That's when I realize what today is, my trial. I felt so guilty, that I turned myself in claiming that I took the wheel and purposely swerved us into the truck, knowing they would die, I might've too, but it was the chance I was wiling to take. If it were true.

I walk into court with my lawyer Lauren, she's my band manager and a lawyer, she knows what I've been through and gave up on convincing me a long time ago. I'll miss her. The judge walks in and my stomach drops. It's Peter, my high school bully. Having grown up on the Candor side of town you either become a lawyer or a judge, and well he chose judge. Peter hates my guts, any second thoughts of turning myself in would have to vanish because there's no chance Peter will let me see the light of day again.

I was right, I got sentenced to life in Prison on a double murder case, and at least I can have visitors. Peter wanted death sentence, but Lauren pushed for jail time. Thank you Lauren! The cop comes and gets me and handcuffs me. They push me in to what looks like a bathroom and he hands me an orange jumpsuit. I quickly change and the cop comes and gets me, he stamps a number on my arm, number six. I am handed more clothes and am pushed into a jail cell. It appears that I already have roommate it appears, they're on the bottom bunk. "This is Four, he's your new roommate." Uh oh. Did the cop say he? This will be good I think sarcastically.