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Aayla felt sick to her stomach as soon as she woke up. She couldn't tell if it was nerves, hunger, the smell of the cell, or even her impending period, but something was churning her stomach. The more time went on, the feeling passed, but it was a long process.
It all felt surreal to her, her life, what's happening now. She never thought in a million years she would ever end up in jail but who did? Unless there were people who were deliberately trying to go to jail — there probably were but still. She played by the rules, never even got a speeding ticket. Her conscious was too pure to do anything remotely bad. So how in the hell did she end up in here? Well, it seemed as though she had all the time in the world to figure it out. She had nothing else to do, and nowhere to go, so Detective Aayla was on the case.
Aayla jumped out of her bunk and started her day as normally as possible. Brushing her teeth, showering in the mildewy shower, even braiding her hair back since it was becoming a tangled mess atop her head. She had to get some type of normalcy in here. After a little pep talk to herself in the "mirror" she exited the cell, timidly.
It really looked like summer camp, a depressing one where instead of log cabins, they were kept in cells. The women were doing each other's hair, talking animatedly, playing board games, some were reading books. They looked like everything was okay. Like their freedom never was taken away. It was an odd reality, but Aayla was surely going to make it work. Even if her mind was going a million miles per second with thoughts of her impending demise in here. She was sharing a space with convicted murderers, and other dangerous people. Who wouldn't feel a little eerie?
She slowly made her way towards one of the few empty tables in the pod — as that's what they called the large room that housed multiple cells — and as she sat down, some of the women who were seated at tables surrounding her looked over to her analyzing her posture, her face, her attitude. They wanted to feel her out before they approach her. Aayla tried her best to ignore the stares, keeping her eyes trained on the tv though she had no idea what was going on because she couldn't hear a damn thing.
"The volume never works." She heard. Aayla turned her head to the sound of the voice and found a woman who could've been anywhere from 25-35 standing before her with a deep scowl on her face. "It fucking sucks here."
"Oh, yeah," Aayla murmured, gnawing on her bottom lip nervously.
"My name is Wendy. But my friends call me Wendy." Aayla's lip lifted in a half-smile at the joke and Wendy smiled as well.
"I'm Aayla,"
"Oh, I know who you are sweetheart," Wendy whispered truthfully. "Everyone here knows." Aayla looked at Wendy with wide eyes. "Your pretty ass mugshot was plastered all over the news." She said with a wheezing laugh. "What you doing being a CFO? You should've been a model, girl." When Aayla didn't respond, Wendy looked over to find the younger woman in a state of shock. "You good?" She asked.
