Prison time goes by slowly. No need to describe that. I just does. I sat in that stupid cell, chewing on my fingers until the tips were dripping blood all over my hands, and the gaps of my teeth were filled with pieces of skin.
I fingered the tin mug that had been given to me, carefully rationing the water it held, and avoiding the pain of touching anything with my sore fingers. The food they had finally given me was nothing short of disgusting. I had eaten better things out of the garbage cans behind McDonalds. Right now, a greasy half eaten cheeseburger covered in ketchup with cold salted fries sounded pretty good.
When I could finally feel myself falling into sleep's dark clutches, I was all too happy to welcome it. Who wouldn't greet a way to knock off several hours of prison? I can't say I fell into a deep sleep, because I was constantly awakened by Harvey's loud snores and labored breathing. But eventually, I was able to make it to the next day. The next day when Cody would pick me up.
So what would happen when he picked me up? Oh, I bet I would get to take a bath. Just the thought of soaking in warm water, and actually washing my hair made my heart jump. I felt like I was a child again. A child going to a new place, and changing their entire lifestyle. I silently vowed to myself that I would try to change. Starting with no more robberies. I would have everything I needed, so why take from other people?
Dreams of what Cody's house would be like settled into my mind comfortably. I had this sort of idea, that it would be a mansion. And there would be maids and butlers doing everything for us, and an elevator. Then there would be a grand staircase, with a gold banister. The steps would be made of marble and other fine stones. There would be hundreds of rooms with everything you can imagine there is too do. Our own private workout gym, big screen TVs, and good food. We would be living like London. Our life would be just like in all the TV shows we would watch as kids. Just like the Tipton, only a house all to ourselves.
Maybe Cody still knew Maddie! My heart jumped at the thought of her name. Maddie had always been a special memory I would save to think about as a reward to myself after a long day. Though 6 years had passed, I was still deeply in love with her. When I would award myself by remembering her, I would usually think about her smile first. Then her beautiful blonde hair, or her gorgeous eyes. And she had such a great personality too. She was smart, caring, and sweet. I swallowed a tear when I thought about how our promise had been broken. I couldn't take her to my prom because I had run before we had it. I hadn't even said goodbye to her. Those were the less pleasant memories I reflected to myself sometimes.
Would he know any of our old friends? Bob, or Jeremy, or Estaban, Norman, Arwin, or even Mr. Moseby. Of course he knew Moseby, had that not been the man to give me the phone number? I made a mental note to thank him later.
My pleasant thoughts were interrupted by the now familiar sound of the guard coming through the door. My heart jumped in anxiety. I was so close to a luxurious life, I could taste the Caviar. But maybe that was just more dried skin from my fingertips.
"Martin! Come on with me!" the guard shouted. I smiled broadly, and strutted behind him. I was on cloud 9.
"Hey Zack," Cody said, in an almost uncertain voice. He was waiting outside, and after some talk about official things I didn't understand, the guard unlocked my handcuffs, allowing me to leave with Cody.
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