Cat's POV
I looked around at the creepy place. I hate it here! The officers are so mean and they make us eat these gross foods! I just wish Nona was here already to get me out of here. Suddenly, my cell door opened. The police man let another prisoner in. She was really pretty. She had medium blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. She looked a lot like Emma Stone.
"Hey," she said in a not so happy voice.
"Hiiiiii!" I said cheerfully. I stood up from my bunk bed. "I'm Cat. Like the animal."
"Yeah," she said. "I'm Wendy."
"Wendy," I repeated. "Like the restaurant." I giggled.
"Yeah," she said again.
"So, why are you in here?" I asked her.
"I tackled this guy," she told me.
I gasped and put my hand over my mouth, shocked.
"Because he refused to go out with me," she finished."
"Well, he's not worth it."
"Yeah. So, how did you get in here?" She gave me a confused look. "I mean, you seem really, really nice and everything."
"Well, I ripped out this guy's hair which was really, really long. It really looked like a wig. But, it wasn't."
Wendy just stared at me blankly. "Oh, um...wow."
The cell door started to open.
"Alright, ladies," the big officer said. "Time for lunch."
_Yay._ I thought to myself. _Gross food!_