Beyoncé
I lay on my back staring at the little dots in the popcorn ceiling. Shouldn't be any longer before we're called to shower and have breakfast. I couldn't wait that long this morning so I had a few nibbles of a mandarin I saved. Then I stopped because it was actually making me hungry and I didn't have a plate of shitty expired jail food to back it up.
"Knowles!"
I shoot out of bed and stand next to it. The officer comes in and examines me and the other bed on the other side of the room. It belonged to my cell mate, but she tried to kill herself and I haven't seen her since.
"They moved her to solitary."
I nod.
"I'm sure the next girl that gets assigned here will love it." He says sarcastically.
I'm not mean but I don't talk to anyone. Apparently that's menacing.
"Haha." I say dryly and get to making my cot.
"Be grateful for the one who brings you your shit. I can easily drop the ball."
From there I shut up and glare at him, grabbing my towel, toiletries, and change of clothes, which makes him go red and shove me into the line with the other girls and women.
I don't have my clique like the other girls here. I've been to myself since I got here roughly 8 (almost 9 years). I have some distant friends but I just prefer it to myself. People are in and out, get moved around and or die before seeing the end of their sentence. Friendship commitments and worries just aren't worth it here anymore.
The single-file line of girls headed to the dining hall pass us. Some of them hoot and holler at their friends and girlfriends, then get shut down by the CO's.
The first half of the line that I happen to be in are motioned to get in the restroom. Usually the last half of B block is finishing up their morning hygiene routine.
I turn the corner to see at least two double D's, a set of A cups, and B cups. I lean against a stall averting my eyes from the naked women in front of me. Ironically my gay ass hates this.
I notice muffled cries on the other side of the stall. Gotta be a newbie. Some of the girls from my block knock on the door and I bring my hand out to stop them.
"Yo, Knowles we gotta clean up and eat!"
I perk up my posture and they get the hint to walk away and stop trying me. I lean my head back against the stall.
"Hey, I get that you're new and this is hard." I pause to hear the sniffling stop. "But you here now and you gotta try to get with the flow as much as possible. It's gonna be hard to get used to if you even do get used to it."
I hear one of those after crying coughs and the stall door unlocks and opens tentatively.
"You good?"
She nods.
This is one of the few times I've taken the time to analyze a girl. Usually I'm mugging them and they run away, but I don't make any particular face to this girl. She's warm yet visibly scared.
She's got some height to her. If it serves her right she'll have no issue holding her ground here once she learns the rules of the game.
Then my eyes stick to her face, her jawline, her eyes, and lips.
My dream girl honestly, but I don't wanna set myself up. She doesn't look like she needs to be here, and I'm sure she won't spend more than 6 months here.
