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The police put their disgusting handcuffs on me, with me still on the floor and the dog still basically on top of me, never in the little years I have lived, did I ever even think that I would end up being caught, by a dog. They pulled me up from the ground, with no mercy shown. Quickly pushing me in the back seat of one of the many police cars, I had no hope, I may have been a good active criminal and good runner, but I had no ideas on how to get out of this huge mess I got myself in! The drive was quite long to the prison I was going to, it was probably the worst prison out there, that was located in where I lived. The dog was still near me, front seat as well. I met with some people before being thrown into my cell, talking about my years I will be spending here, in this terrible, dirty, dirty place. When I got walked to my small cell, I had no cellmate yet, they said they had one planned, but not yet. There were two beds, 1 small toilet and a tiny faucet, that looks as it hasn't been cleaned in a century, the beds had a spring mattress, a really squeaky one. The bed had a thin sheat over it, to cover yourself with, and a small feather pillow. That was basically the whole room, as well as a drain in the middle of the room, I had no idea what this prison had in store for me, death, misery, loneliness?
All of the above most likely. I had no friends that could break me out of this place, even if i did, it would be impossible with this high security.

     *COUPLE DAYS LATER*

I really started to get used to this place, especially the cell with only me in it, I could switch beds each night, and there was no awkwardness. I was as happy as one could be in a...prison. I had only been here for a bit, but had already seen many fights and...other things. I had no friends, but others found no reason to hurt me (I'm just really cool)
The food was terrible. End of story.
The guards were really mean, every morning you could hear the dogs waking up. I really despised those dogs, they got me caught, and stopped me from my great sleep. I thought of many times I had when I was younger while in the prison, my birthdays more specifically. They always brought me happiness, even though my parents weren't rich, they did as much as they could. I loved them for it. I also had these memories of my old pets, snakes, foxes, things like those. They always ended up running away, I never knew where they ended up. During prison, I thought I was going insane, I mean, I could have been going insane, but whatever. ITZ GOOD


500 words yoooo, why does this have 8 reads. this is just a joke, where are you finding this story lmao

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