The Unknown (completed)

Why?

Here I was, walking into the cafeteria, of a jail I thought I would never be in. I walked into the long line of people, Emily in front of me. She didn't know about me knowing about the call. I was still mad, but I have 2 years here, I just have to let it go for now. While I was waiting in line, a guy walked up behind me, also in line. I looked at him, and his face was treasure. I turned around quickly so I wouldn't blush. He tapped my shoulder, so I turned around.

"I bet you would look better in a dress, instead of this ugly orange." he said grinning.

"Well thanks..." I said blushing.

"My name is Zac, what's yours?"

"Bailey."

"NEXT" said the lunch lady.

I stopped looking at him, but he was still grinning at me. I turned around and grabbed a plate. She slopped some runny mashed potatoes, half frozen hamburger, and a luke-warm milk on my tray/plate thing. I was disgusted. I sat down next to Emily, and she started talking, but I was zoned out. I was thinking about the food going slowly down my throat. It felt like slime sliding down and dropping in my stomach like a rock. I looked up and caught Zac staring at me. He was grinning again, and this time I smiled back. I turned to look at Emily again.

"Who is he?"

"No one, I just was talking to him in line."

"He likes you."

"No duh Emily."

I just sat there in disappointment. Looking at the scratched up tables, thinking, why? Why would I get myself into something so serious. The ugly, black, scratched up tables reminded me of my mistake. So everyday I would come here, I was reminded of my mistakes. Just what I didn't need.

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A/N : I am still trying to get the picture to work for EMily. If there is a picture of a girl on this one, that is Emily.