Title: Pen Pals pt 2
Subtitle: The Reply
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Somewhere that's Not in LA
D.M. looked at the letter and gave a soft smile. * She's a feisty one. I wonder why I started writing her. Father would kill me if he knew. She wants to know about the professors. * He was so lost in thought he didn't hear people talking to him.
"Hey!" One voice called breaking him from his thoughts.
"What?" D.M. asked.
"What's the matter with you?" The first voice asked.
"Nothing why?" D.M. answered.
"You've been ignoring us all day." The second voice replied.
"Just got stuff on my mind, that's all." D.M. replied.
"Sure you do." The two voices laughed while walking away from D.M.
Rolling his eyes, he picked his stuff up and went to his room. Once there he began writing a note to the women he'd heard about.
LA Jail
"Mail call!" A big woman known as Minnie shouted over the crowd of women in the jail sector. "Pattie!" She called and a shorter blond woman walked up to her door. "Faith!" She shouted grinning as Faith walked up to her. "That makes two."
"Yep. Thanks Minnie." Faith replied. * No matter how mean she comes across she's a nice lady. * Faith smiled to herself as she opened the letter. She pulled the letter from the hand made envelope and began reading it.
'Dear Faith,
It was good of you to write back; needless to say I was surprised you did. You see people perceive me as a mean git; I mostly blame it on my father. He's powerful and yet crueler than most would expect him to be. But also, it surprised me that you would write to a person you've never met, some one that wouldn't tell you a name, just initials.
I suppose I should answer your questions. I'm currently at a school that teaches students how to defend themselves against things that "don't exist". But we know better. Anyways, we were talking about you, and another girl like you. But you're story called out to me. I don't mean to worry you, or upset you but I truly want to be your friend. You sound like someone I'd get along with. And not just some "chick" in jail, whatever that means.
That isn't the only reason I'm writing to you, I mostly want to know how you could be strong enough to sit there in jail with you're talents. It takes a strong willed person to do what you're doing. I hope someday we'll be able to meet, but we might not. My life is far too confusing and I'd be afraid that I'd lose a friend such as you.
So, is jail that bad? What do you mean that the guards will beat you? Are they cruel, or just dumb? Is this jail that you're in, a place that holds only women?
Well I guess that's it for me, I've got class to go to. Write soon. Sincerely, D.M.'
* Sounds an awful lot like me. I hope he's not evil. Then again if he were he'd be breaking me out not writing letters. *
'Dear D.M.,
Your welcome, I was just returning the favor that you gave me. "A mean git", Is that like British slang? So we both have terrible fathers, though I'm relatively lucky..my father's dead. Well as far as writing someone I don't know I could say the same for you, except you know my story. I know in time you'll tell me yours. I'm not worried about the name thing. It keeps this more interesting. "Chick" means the same thing I'm thinking "git" means, except the whole sex difference.
Me strong? Hardly. I 'm assuming you mean about the murder of Mr. Allen Finch being my accident. Shortly after that happened someone tried to take me away, needless to say I ran and ended up working for the black hats of Sunnydale. When a friend, the girl like me, tried to "help" me she ended up putting me into a coma were I woke up eight months later. After that I ran to Los Angeles, which is north of Sunnydale, and hid from the law. That friend followed me up a few weeks later and tried to kick the crap out of me, and by that time I was prepared.I wanted death. That was the lowest time of my life. I ended up turning myself in before the night was over. So here I am, eight months later. My strength is a man named Angel, who refuses to give up on me.
You have a confusing life, give me the gist. It can't be as messed up as mine. You're in school. I'm a dropout in jail. I'm a friend? Don't have too many of those.
Jail's not that bad, just hard sometimes. For some reason I attract a lot of attention to myself. My first couple of weeks here, I wouldn't talk to anyone and the girls started ganging up on me 'cuz they thought I was spoiled and they wanted to toughen me up. Well no matter who starts what I get in trouble for it. The quiet room bites; it's just this little white room, with one light hanging from the ceiling and a bench in the far corner. The guards are cruel and just plainly stupid. It makes me wonder where they find them. A couple of them are nice as long as you don't act up, and one or two feel sorry for me because I'm always getting beat up. Yet they think I'm stupid for just letting them hit me. Yep, this is LA's woman's correctional center. I spent a few weeks in a jail just beyond the city limits but they moved me here before the guys could get at me.
Well it looks like this is a pretty long letter. Write soon. Faith'
Faith looked up to see Sue staring at her. Raising an eyebrow she asked, "What's up?"
"Nuthin'." Sue grunted.
"Sure. If you say so." Faith carefully folded her letter and made sure Sue had moved on to something else before placing it on her bed for it to be delivered to D.M. After it disappeared Faith thought, * I'll never get tired of watching it do that. *
TBC
Subtitle: The Reply
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Somewhere that's Not in LA
D.M. looked at the letter and gave a soft smile. * She's a feisty one. I wonder why I started writing her. Father would kill me if he knew. She wants to know about the professors. * He was so lost in thought he didn't hear people talking to him.
"Hey!" One voice called breaking him from his thoughts.
"What?" D.M. asked.
"What's the matter with you?" The first voice asked.
"Nothing why?" D.M. answered.
"You've been ignoring us all day." The second voice replied.
"Just got stuff on my mind, that's all." D.M. replied.
"Sure you do." The two voices laughed while walking away from D.M.
Rolling his eyes, he picked his stuff up and went to his room. Once there he began writing a note to the women he'd heard about.
LA Jail
"Mail call!" A big woman known as Minnie shouted over the crowd of women in the jail sector. "Pattie!" She called and a shorter blond woman walked up to her door. "Faith!" She shouted grinning as Faith walked up to her. "That makes two."
"Yep. Thanks Minnie." Faith replied. * No matter how mean she comes across she's a nice lady. * Faith smiled to herself as she opened the letter. She pulled the letter from the hand made envelope and began reading it.
'Dear Faith,
It was good of you to write back; needless to say I was surprised you did. You see people perceive me as a mean git; I mostly blame it on my father. He's powerful and yet crueler than most would expect him to be. But also, it surprised me that you would write to a person you've never met, some one that wouldn't tell you a name, just initials.
I suppose I should answer your questions. I'm currently at a school that teaches students how to defend themselves against things that "don't exist". But we know better. Anyways, we were talking about you, and another girl like you. But you're story called out to me. I don't mean to worry you, or upset you but I truly want to be your friend. You sound like someone I'd get along with. And not just some "chick" in jail, whatever that means.
That isn't the only reason I'm writing to you, I mostly want to know how you could be strong enough to sit there in jail with you're talents. It takes a strong willed person to do what you're doing. I hope someday we'll be able to meet, but we might not. My life is far too confusing and I'd be afraid that I'd lose a friend such as you.
So, is jail that bad? What do you mean that the guards will beat you? Are they cruel, or just dumb? Is this jail that you're in, a place that holds only women?
Well I guess that's it for me, I've got class to go to. Write soon. Sincerely, D.M.'
* Sounds an awful lot like me. I hope he's not evil. Then again if he were he'd be breaking me out not writing letters. *
'Dear D.M.,
Your welcome, I was just returning the favor that you gave me. "A mean git", Is that like British slang? So we both have terrible fathers, though I'm relatively lucky..my father's dead. Well as far as writing someone I don't know I could say the same for you, except you know my story. I know in time you'll tell me yours. I'm not worried about the name thing. It keeps this more interesting. "Chick" means the same thing I'm thinking "git" means, except the whole sex difference.
Me strong? Hardly. I 'm assuming you mean about the murder of Mr. Allen Finch being my accident. Shortly after that happened someone tried to take me away, needless to say I ran and ended up working for the black hats of Sunnydale. When a friend, the girl like me, tried to "help" me she ended up putting me into a coma were I woke up eight months later. After that I ran to Los Angeles, which is north of Sunnydale, and hid from the law. That friend followed me up a few weeks later and tried to kick the crap out of me, and by that time I was prepared.I wanted death. That was the lowest time of my life. I ended up turning myself in before the night was over. So here I am, eight months later. My strength is a man named Angel, who refuses to give up on me.
You have a confusing life, give me the gist. It can't be as messed up as mine. You're in school. I'm a dropout in jail. I'm a friend? Don't have too many of those.
Jail's not that bad, just hard sometimes. For some reason I attract a lot of attention to myself. My first couple of weeks here, I wouldn't talk to anyone and the girls started ganging up on me 'cuz they thought I was spoiled and they wanted to toughen me up. Well no matter who starts what I get in trouble for it. The quiet room bites; it's just this little white room, with one light hanging from the ceiling and a bench in the far corner. The guards are cruel and just plainly stupid. It makes me wonder where they find them. A couple of them are nice as long as you don't act up, and one or two feel sorry for me because I'm always getting beat up. Yet they think I'm stupid for just letting them hit me. Yep, this is LA's woman's correctional center. I spent a few weeks in a jail just beyond the city limits but they moved me here before the guys could get at me.
Well it looks like this is a pretty long letter. Write soon. Faith'
Faith looked up to see Sue staring at her. Raising an eyebrow she asked, "What's up?"
"Nuthin'." Sue grunted.
"Sure. If you say so." Faith carefully folded her letter and made sure Sue had moved on to something else before placing it on her bed for it to be delivered to D.M. After it disappeared Faith thought, * I'll never get tired of watching it do that. *
TBC