Chapter 4
R&R Please
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"All right kid, here's your new schedule"
Corn watched as a fat cop threw a scrap of paper on the floor. He waited till' the cop was gone before jumping off the bunk and picking up the paper. He took his time to unfold it and read:
CORECTIONAL FACILITY ACTIVITIES
10:00 AM- Wake up and dress
10:30 AM- Breakfast (an officer will escort you to the mess hall)
11:15 AM- Group separation
11:30/12:45- Group activities
1:00 PM- Lunch
(Proceed to the schedule in the mess hall)
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Corn crumpled the piece of paper up and threw it on the floor, "I'm going to be here long enough for the other sessions"
He walked over to the window (careful not to touch the barbs) and looked out over the city.
"What happened to you?"
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"We got him! We got the green haired kid!"
Two cops were desperately trying to hold down a short kid with red sunglasses and baggy clothes. His hair was messy and his face was scratched. The fat cop frowned at the boy.
"Well. . . the other cell we're using for supplies now. . . but I don't see why the kid can't bunk with the other boy we caught today. This must be our lucky day!"
The two holding the short, green hairdo boy nodded their heads and started (with difficulty) up the stairs to Floor 5, cell 58.
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"Le'go of me you pot heads!"
Corn started from his daze and sat up on the top bunk to see who was yelling. He watched as the door slowly creaked open and immediately a boy was being pushed in. Before Corn could blink, the door shut faster then it had opened. He looked down to see who was pushed in. He gasped, mouth hanging open.
"Yo! YoYo!"
Corn leapt off the bunk and tried to help the boy get to his feet. But to his great surprise, the boy didn't recognize him.
"Let go you psycho, I'm in no mood for your sick mind"
Corn fell back against the wall opposite of him and watched the boy dust himself off.
"But Yo, it's me. . . Corn. A GG!"
Corn figured he said the right thing, for the boy stopped what he was doing and looked confusingly at Corn. The boy smirked after a few minutes, "The GGs broke up after one of our fellow members died of a truck accident 3 years ago. How'd you know my name was Yo Yo anyway?"
Corn gasped and slid to the floor, "I. . I died?"
YoYo went over to Corn and kneeled next to the fallen figure, "Hey, you alright?"
Before Corn could respond, a cop over a loudspeaker spoke up suddenly.
Intercom: "Alright you slugs, it's time to pack it in for the night. And I better not hear anything happen in your cells or the one's committing the sin will answer to me. That is all"
"I call top bunk!"
Yo rushed to the bunks and leapt on the top one. Corn was too stricken to argue, or even move.
Was he the one who died 3 years ago? Did he really die?"
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"All right kid, here's your new schedule"
Corn watched as a fat cop threw a scrap of paper on the floor. He waited till' the cop was gone before jumping off the bunk and picking up the paper. He took his time to unfold it and read:
CORECTIONAL FACILITY ACTIVITIES
10:00 AM- Wake up and dress
10:30 AM- Breakfast (an officer will escort you to the mess hall)
11:15 AM- Group separation
11:30/12:45- Group activities
1:00 PM- Lunch
(Proceed to the schedule in the mess hall)
~*~
Corn crumpled the piece of paper up and threw it on the floor, "I'm going to be here long enough for the other sessions"
He walked over to the window (careful not to touch the barbs) and looked out over the city.
"What happened to you?"
~*~
"We got him! We got the green haired kid!"
Two cops were desperately trying to hold down a short kid with red sunglasses and baggy clothes. His hair was messy and his face was scratched. The fat cop frowned at the boy.
"Well. . . the other cell we're using for supplies now. . . but I don't see why the kid can't bunk with the other boy we caught today. This must be our lucky day!"
The two holding the short, green hairdo boy nodded their heads and started (with difficulty) up the stairs to Floor 5, cell 58.
~*~
"Le'go of me you pot heads!"
Corn started from his daze and sat up on the top bunk to see who was yelling. He watched as the door slowly creaked open and immediately a boy was being pushed in. Before Corn could blink, the door shut faster then it had opened. He looked down to see who was pushed in. He gasped, mouth hanging open.
"Yo! YoYo!"
Corn leapt off the bunk and tried to help the boy get to his feet. But to his great surprise, the boy didn't recognize him.
"Let go you psycho, I'm in no mood for your sick mind"
Corn fell back against the wall opposite of him and watched the boy dust himself off.
"But Yo, it's me. . . Corn. A GG!"
Corn figured he said the right thing, for the boy stopped what he was doing and looked confusingly at Corn. The boy smirked after a few minutes, "The GGs broke up after one of our fellow members died of a truck accident 3 years ago. How'd you know my name was Yo Yo anyway?"
Corn gasped and slid to the floor, "I. . I died?"
YoYo went over to Corn and kneeled next to the fallen figure, "Hey, you alright?"
Before Corn could respond, a cop over a loudspeaker spoke up suddenly.
Intercom: "Alright you slugs, it's time to pack it in for the night. And I better not hear anything happen in your cells or the one's committing the sin will answer to me. That is all"
"I call top bunk!"
Yo rushed to the bunks and leapt on the top one. Corn was too stricken to argue, or even move.
Was he the one who died 3 years ago? Did he really die?"
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