Chapter 4-Jail
DW hated her white onesie suit. It itched in the wrong places and made her look ugly. Other people had orange suits or even suits with pink stripes. She wanted the pink striped suit, at least until she found out those were for the crazy people. She found out the color code by accident when she tried to push a girl with a pink stripe suit out of a chair.
"Who you think you is, bitch?" the girl screamed, pushing DW back. DW flew onto the ground. She winced as she stood up, moving to take the girl's seat. The girl open-hand slapped her with one hand before clawing at her with another. It took three guards to make her stop. DW's face was bleeding and she was crying.
"Big baby!" the other girls hissed. "Stupid bitch," whispered others. DW spent her first night in her cell with stitches in her cheek. Her face burned and she felt bad about her situation, but she still hadn't learned her lesson. The next morning, she cut in the food line.
"Watch yoself, bitch!" the girl bellowed, using the plastic tray to knock DW out of the way. "Follow the rules, Read," the guard called, her butch arms crossed tightly.
DW thought the girl was still moving too slow, so she pushed her tray into the girl's back.
"Bitch!" the girl screamed, attacking DW. The guards didn't try as hard this time, and DW came out of the scuffle with a black eye. She'd earned an orange suit-troublemaker. The girls in the pink stripes were afraid of her. The girls in the plain white suits thought she was stupid. All of them hated her.
DW wanted to go home, but it was only Day 2.
