… his cell phone speed dialing a number. "Yea its me...yea its on." He hung up and began to whistle to himself standing up, closing the garage door and walking to the back, while putting on a pair of gloves. He lifted up a small welcome mat that stood…

… to each other, and Stacie squeezed my arm as I could hear my mother start to cry. I sighed as the judge banged his gavel to quiet down the whispers. "Sentencing will be in one week...dism-" "-Wait!" I cried out pulling away from Stacie and standing…

… She was in a large room, mostly empty with a small door behind her, and another leading to a hall to her left. She sat in a small wooden chair, and her hands were tied together behind her with a rough rope that hurt her wrists as she tried to move. …

… hands to cover his eyes from the sun. He sighed seeing his bag was still there, and fumbling with his keys quickly got in and drove away. He pushed the bag down off of the seat in an attempt to hide it, since the streets were so crowded, and as…

… in. The weekend had passed horribly slow, though now I was wishing it were longer as I was cuffed and led down the halls. I was now to be transferred to the federal prison, where I'd most likely miss the boredom. "Keep up!" The guard barked at me,…

… with a nightmare, my eyes opening sharply and raising up in my bed with a soft choke. The first thing I noticed was my head hurting, then looking around remembered the awful reality. Paul jumped off of his bed and I looked away as he dropped his short…

… in prison, especially if you are shy. While I'm not a particularly shy person, it still is difficult for me to go with all these people walking back and forth through the hall. I finished as quickly as I could and left my room, heading back down…

… clock. 6:22. He cursed to himself and picked up the ringing phone before his parents got woken up. "Hello?" He half whispered. "Hey Mark what's going on man, how are you doing?" Mark rubbed his head sitting up groaning again. "Anthony?" "Yea…

… of my supply trying to forget who I just saw. It surprised me that this was the first time that I actually felt really afraid in this place, and he hadn't even seen me yet. Luckily his cell wasn't near mine, and I was able to avoid him during the…

… the cigarette smoke. I let out a gag as nausea hit me and I continued to choke as my throat burned. A couple of them chuckled to themselves, and a big guy walking past pointed at me and laughed but I paid him no mind. "What?" "You heard me." Said…