A/N: So I'm posting this essentially just for shits and giggles, it seemed wrong to write all of this just for myself. I just finished season 4 of Orange is the New Black and the idea for this popped into my head.

So before we get going, here are some terms I think need defining if you don't watch the show or in general have no clue about prison lingo (not that I have much insight other than what I've seen on the show).

CO- the acronym for Corrections Officer, or the prison guard

Hooch- alcoholic liquor, especially inferior or illicit whiskey

Prologue

I was dreaming. My cousin Meredith was laughing, her soft brown hair glimmering in the sun. I think we were on the beach. I screamed as she splashed water in my direction, not wanting to get salt water in my eyes. Even in my dream-state, I had a sudden pang of longing for Meredith. She used to be my best friend. She was like a sister to me, only a year and a half younger, but close enough in age to share everything.

She jumped into the wave, letting it sweep her away before rising up out of the water laughing, her hair dripping water over her soaked body.

"Up for count, Rose!" she yelled at me.

"What?" I ask her, confused.

"Everyone up for count!" I hear someone, not Meredith, shout. Slowly I wake from my dream and open my eyes to see what used to be the off-white, but was now yellow-grey, ceiling.

Groaning, I rub my hands harshly over my face and sigh, sitting up to look over at my bunkmate, Lissa. Her pale blond hair is tangled and lank around her face, and her eyes are a bit puffy from lack of sleep, but somehow she's still gorgeous. Bitch.

As if sensing my stare, she looks over at me, mirroring my look of disdain, before rolling her eyes and stumbling out of her bunk. I swing my legs out of my itchy covers, the cold tile of the floor stinging my toes, as I was too hot to wear socks to bed last night.

I ran my hand through my tangled mess of waves that I called hair, and made my way to stand by Lissa just outside the walls of our bunk. I looked around me at all the other women here who looked just like me. Tired eyes and messy hair adorned the sea of heather grey and beige we were swimming in.

I looked down at my own poor excuse for pajamas. A plain light grey t-shirt and plain grey shorts that were awkwardly long, coming down to my mid thigh. While it was comfortable enough, I wish I had something cute I could sleep in. It was nice to dress up once and while just for yourself.

"Alright inmates, hurry it up! Everyone outside your bunks in five seconds or I start handing out shots," corrections officer (or CO) Alto shouts.

"God, you'd think they'd know the drill by now. Plus Alto's still pissed from last week about the green bean incident," Lissa whispers to me.

"It's probably Avery and her meth head crew. They were all up late last night, drinking the hooch that Tasha made. They're probably nursing wicked hangovers right now," I whisper back, causing Lissa to giggle.

As if on cue, I hear Avery Lazar's nasally voice assuring CO Alto that she was indeed getting up.

"Alright inmates, shut up and stand still for count!" Alto shouts, making his way to the first set of bunkmates, clicking his little tool making sure we were all present.

When he passed me, he eyed me a little longer than necessary with a harsh stare, and clicked his clicker aggressively. Alto has never liked me because I was good at talking back, and he, unfortunately, was not as great with comebacks as me.

Once he was satisfied that no one had slipped away into the night and that we were all present, he stood back to the front of the room.

"All right ladies, breakfast time!" he said before shuffling away down the hall.

Yep. This was my life, and had been for a while now. My name is Rose Hathaway, and unfortunately for me, I was only halfway through my sentence here at St. Vladimir's Women's prison.

Good, bad? What do we think? I've posted up the first chapter as well since this one was fairly short.