Disclaimer: Due to a recent explanation given to me by a friend, I have come to the understanding that just because I have kidnapped these characters and have them chained in my closet does not mean they belong to me. Alas, Alveraz, O'Riely, and anyone else here in OZ remain the bitches of Tom Fontona (?) and Mr.Pancamo belongs to himself and is NO ONES bitch, (But Mr.PANDAcamo remains my bitch *background* Panda: WHA?! Plushie: Nothing.) ,while Melanie and Melissa (Bean) remain MY bitchs and I , of course, remain my own bitch(that sounded alot better in my head). The G- Boys of course belong to that guy who owns them.. and don't worry if you don't know them I've just used their names and looks, Their personalitys have been completely changed....No infringement is intended and no money was made from the production of this piece of fiction.
Author's Notes: I'm going to blame this series of fictions on lack of caffine, OZ reruns (17 days left till new (and last) season!! YEAH!/BOO!), and my violent tendencies... No that's a lie... I'm not the violent one in this fiction... *giggle* That's another lie.. Have I mentioned I lie alot? I think the real reason I'm writting this is because I'd love to go and meet everyone from OZ (mostly my god MR.PANCAMO! (Chuck Zito) YOU ROCK!) and because I just wanted to prove to some stupid bitch *cough burke cough* that you can do things involving OZ and not be a sick individual (She said that to my face after I wrote I report on OZ And MR.PANCAMO!!) I failed in case anyone cares. The only things you need to know are that Adebisi is not dead, Pancamo will not be going in a coma (GOD DAMN IT! HE BETTER WAKE UP!!!), and Hyot, Cyril, and Keller will not be ending on death row. (I have just one question, Why have you started killing all my favorite people? You put Pancamo in a coma (I HATE SHILLINGER!!!) , Hyot on death row, and then you put Cyril on death row! That's not cool! REALLY REALLY NOT COOL!!! If you don't beleive me ask my one of my best friends (rabbit509@hotmail.com) what I was shouting at her all the next day after Pancamo got stabbed.) Wow.. Long author's notes... One last thing Me and Melanie are in OZ because my new Devlin dude decieded that we were too evil and insane to be in a female prision. Besides! There's not MR.PANCAMO in any woman's prision. ON TO THE FLICTION!
Two girls are standing over the lifeless body of their ex-math teacher Mr.Wickets in a classroom filled with desks, books, and dieing plants. One of the girls is 15 year old Angela Shortall, she wearing blue jeans, and a over-sized red Mecca that came down to her knees, one her feet were blue denim shoes. She has dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Next to her was one of her best friends, Melanie Collins. Melanie is wearing a wine red turtleneck and blue jeans and white sneakers. She has brown hair pulled up in a ponytail and hazel eyes. Angela leans forward and touchs Mr.Wickets gently, She turns to Melanie, "I think we killed him."
Melanie glares down at the still form of the math teacher, "What a loss to society." She kicked the carcus in the ribs and turned to leave the classroom.
"MELANIE!" Angela cried out, "We can't just leave him here can we?"
"Well, if we don't get going we'll miss the bus." Melanie answered.
"We just killed the teacher and your worried about the bus?!" Angela shouted sounding angry.
"Do you want to walk up the hill to my house?" Melanie retorted.
"..." Angela gave Mr.Wickets a look then turned to see The Hill that Melanie lived on out the window, "Let's go.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Hill~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(in his plastic pod in the middle of the empty common room)
"Prisioners numbers; 02S457, and 02C458, Angela Shortall, and Melanie Collins." Hill sitts in his plastic pod and holding the two prisioner ID's in his hands, "Murder in the 1st degree, Sentence? Life, up for parole in 25 years."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Angela~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(sitting with Melanie in recieving and discharge)
"Your are expected to keep your pod and the common area clean, and there is to be no sexual relations with anyone at any time." Officer Murphy finished up his speech and turned his face apun Melanie and Angela who were sitting in the front row, "You two have been selected to go to Emerald City, you fuck up and we drop kick your ass to gen pop."
"Well that sounds ever so inviting," Angela answered, "Can we go now? My ass is killing me."
Melanie gave a snort at the look on the hack's face, "You are really gonna last long you know that?"
"N'uh." Angela said, waving her hand over her shoulder, "I'm not concerned."
"You should be." Murphy waved in two inmates from the door, Chucky Pancamo and Jazz Hyot, "Shortall, this is Chucky Pancamo."
Angela looked up at the large guy standing next to her, "My golly, you are a large fellow arn't you?"
"Collins, this is Jazz Hyot." Melanie studied the bald guy covered with tatoos standing next to Pancamo, "Hi."
"Hey." "
Take your shit and go get settled in." Mruphy waved them on and then studied a list he had attached to the clipboard.
Angela and Melanie stood up and followed the two men out the door, and down the hall to Em City.
"How old are you?" Pancamo suddenly asked staring at Angela, "You don't look very old."
"I'm 15." She answered.
"You?" He nodded towards Melanie.
"14."
"Shit, they keep getting younger and younger don't they?" Pancamo said to Hyot over the top of Melanie and Angela's heads.
"N'uh." Angela waved her hand over her shoulder again, "Who should we be getting friendly with?"
"Him." Hyot said gesturing at Pancamo.
"Well then I guess I lucked out." Angela said cheerfully.
"How do you know I'll like you enough to keep you?" Pancamo asked sounding slightly annoyed.
"Because everyone loves me," Angela turned to Melanie, "Right?"
"Right on." Melanie answered.
"Right on," Angela repeated, "See?"
They paused in front of a large set of gates, and a buzz sounded and the gates slid open. Angela and Pancamo headed up on flight of stairs and Melanie and Hyot headed up another.
Angela entered the pod where Pancamo held the door, "Wow..It's small."
"This is one of the better pods." Pancamo said sounding a little annoyed, "It's pretty much out of the way."
"That's great," Angela slumped down on the bottom bed, "Now I think you and me need to talk."
"About what?" Pancamo took a seat on the one chair.
"About how I have no plans on having sex with any of these idiots, and how I want to be a part of your 'life' ." Angela said cheerfully once more.
"My life?" Pancoma tilted back in the chair and gave Angela a look, "You mean the trade?"
"Yeah," Angela said standing up and reaching in the box for her pillow, "What bed am I?"
"The top one, " Pancamo studied her, "You'd have to prove your self."
"How?" Angela asked after chucking her clothes in the footlocker at the end of the bed and her P.J's under the pillow.
"I'll have to talk to my partners." Pancamo answered, "But I like you so I'll put in a good word."
"Good." Angela started removing her bathroom things from the box, "I don't think Melanie will want to 'help' but you could ask."
"OK." Pancamo sat silently for a moment watching Angela remove tooth paste, brushes, lipgloss, and a smaller box from the box. She arranged everything carefully on the shelf, and then yanked a small blue notebook out and held it in her hands for a second.
"One last thing dear." Angela said in a very serouis vioce, "You touch this you die."
"What is it?" He questioned.
"My notebook." Angela turned to glare at the oom, "Any place I can poke it?"
"Up in the tiles." Pancamo said looking up at the celeing, "They never check up there."
Angela climbed on the bed and carefully tucked the book up in the celeing, "Now your the only person who knows that's there, can we keep it that way?"
"Yeah." Pancamo watched her climb off the bed and head for the door, "Where are you going?"
"To find Melanie." She said over her shoulder as she walked out of the pod on to the platform, "Later."
Pancamo stared after the 15 year with a disbeleiving look on his face, "15 years old.." he muttered to himself.
Author's Notes: I'm going to blame this series of fictions on lack of caffine, OZ reruns (17 days left till new (and last) season!! YEAH!/BOO!), and my violent tendencies... No that's a lie... I'm not the violent one in this fiction... *giggle* That's another lie.. Have I mentioned I lie alot? I think the real reason I'm writting this is because I'd love to go and meet everyone from OZ (mostly my god MR.PANCAMO! (Chuck Zito) YOU ROCK!) and because I just wanted to prove to some stupid bitch *cough burke cough* that you can do things involving OZ and not be a sick individual (She said that to my face after I wrote I report on OZ And MR.PANCAMO!!) I failed in case anyone cares. The only things you need to know are that Adebisi is not dead, Pancamo will not be going in a coma (GOD DAMN IT! HE BETTER WAKE UP!!!), and Hyot, Cyril, and Keller will not be ending on death row. (I have just one question, Why have you started killing all my favorite people? You put Pancamo in a coma (I HATE SHILLINGER!!!) , Hyot on death row, and then you put Cyril on death row! That's not cool! REALLY REALLY NOT COOL!!! If you don't beleive me ask my one of my best friends (rabbit509@hotmail.com) what I was shouting at her all the next day after Pancamo got stabbed.) Wow.. Long author's notes... One last thing Me and Melanie are in OZ because my new Devlin dude decieded that we were too evil and insane to be in a female prision. Besides! There's not MR.PANCAMO in any woman's prision. ON TO THE FLICTION!
Two girls are standing over the lifeless body of their ex-math teacher Mr.Wickets in a classroom filled with desks, books, and dieing plants. One of the girls is 15 year old Angela Shortall, she wearing blue jeans, and a over-sized red Mecca that came down to her knees, one her feet were blue denim shoes. She has dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Next to her was one of her best friends, Melanie Collins. Melanie is wearing a wine red turtleneck and blue jeans and white sneakers. She has brown hair pulled up in a ponytail and hazel eyes. Angela leans forward and touchs Mr.Wickets gently, She turns to Melanie, "I think we killed him."
Melanie glares down at the still form of the math teacher, "What a loss to society." She kicked the carcus in the ribs and turned to leave the classroom.
"MELANIE!" Angela cried out, "We can't just leave him here can we?"
"Well, if we don't get going we'll miss the bus." Melanie answered.
"We just killed the teacher and your worried about the bus?!" Angela shouted sounding angry.
"Do you want to walk up the hill to my house?" Melanie retorted.
"..." Angela gave Mr.Wickets a look then turned to see The Hill that Melanie lived on out the window, "Let's go.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Hill~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(in his plastic pod in the middle of the empty common room)
"Prisioners numbers; 02S457, and 02C458, Angela Shortall, and Melanie Collins." Hill sitts in his plastic pod and holding the two prisioner ID's in his hands, "Murder in the 1st degree, Sentence? Life, up for parole in 25 years."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Angela~*~*~*~*~*~*~
(sitting with Melanie in recieving and discharge)
"Your are expected to keep your pod and the common area clean, and there is to be no sexual relations with anyone at any time." Officer Murphy finished up his speech and turned his face apun Melanie and Angela who were sitting in the front row, "You two have been selected to go to Emerald City, you fuck up and we drop kick your ass to gen pop."
"Well that sounds ever so inviting," Angela answered, "Can we go now? My ass is killing me."
Melanie gave a snort at the look on the hack's face, "You are really gonna last long you know that?"
"N'uh." Angela said, waving her hand over her shoulder, "I'm not concerned."
"You should be." Murphy waved in two inmates from the door, Chucky Pancamo and Jazz Hyot, "Shortall, this is Chucky Pancamo."
Angela looked up at the large guy standing next to her, "My golly, you are a large fellow arn't you?"
"Collins, this is Jazz Hyot." Melanie studied the bald guy covered with tatoos standing next to Pancamo, "Hi."
"Hey." "
Take your shit and go get settled in." Mruphy waved them on and then studied a list he had attached to the clipboard.
Angela and Melanie stood up and followed the two men out the door, and down the hall to Em City.
"How old are you?" Pancamo suddenly asked staring at Angela, "You don't look very old."
"I'm 15." She answered.
"You?" He nodded towards Melanie.
"14."
"Shit, they keep getting younger and younger don't they?" Pancamo said to Hyot over the top of Melanie and Angela's heads.
"N'uh." Angela waved her hand over her shoulder again, "Who should we be getting friendly with?"
"Him." Hyot said gesturing at Pancamo.
"Well then I guess I lucked out." Angela said cheerfully.
"How do you know I'll like you enough to keep you?" Pancamo asked sounding slightly annoyed.
"Because everyone loves me," Angela turned to Melanie, "Right?"
"Right on." Melanie answered.
"Right on," Angela repeated, "See?"
They paused in front of a large set of gates, and a buzz sounded and the gates slid open. Angela and Pancamo headed up on flight of stairs and Melanie and Hyot headed up another.
Angela entered the pod where Pancamo held the door, "Wow..It's small."
"This is one of the better pods." Pancamo said sounding a little annoyed, "It's pretty much out of the way."
"That's great," Angela slumped down on the bottom bed, "Now I think you and me need to talk."
"About what?" Pancamo took a seat on the one chair.
"About how I have no plans on having sex with any of these idiots, and how I want to be a part of your 'life' ." Angela said cheerfully once more.
"My life?" Pancoma tilted back in the chair and gave Angela a look, "You mean the trade?"
"Yeah," Angela said standing up and reaching in the box for her pillow, "What bed am I?"
"The top one, " Pancamo studied her, "You'd have to prove your self."
"How?" Angela asked after chucking her clothes in the footlocker at the end of the bed and her P.J's under the pillow.
"I'll have to talk to my partners." Pancamo answered, "But I like you so I'll put in a good word."
"Good." Angela started removing her bathroom things from the box, "I don't think Melanie will want to 'help' but you could ask."
"OK." Pancamo sat silently for a moment watching Angela remove tooth paste, brushes, lipgloss, and a smaller box from the box. She arranged everything carefully on the shelf, and then yanked a small blue notebook out and held it in her hands for a second.
"One last thing dear." Angela said in a very serouis vioce, "You touch this you die."
"What is it?" He questioned.
"My notebook." Angela turned to glare at the oom, "Any place I can poke it?"
"Up in the tiles." Pancamo said looking up at the celeing, "They never check up there."
Angela climbed on the bed and carefully tucked the book up in the celeing, "Now your the only person who knows that's there, can we keep it that way?"
"Yeah." Pancamo watched her climb off the bed and head for the door, "Where are you going?"
"To find Melanie." She said over her shoulder as she walked out of the pod on to the platform, "Later."
Pancamo stared after the 15 year with a disbeleiving look on his face, "15 years old.." he muttered to himself.