"Sit on the fucking square and look at the damn camera!" The not-so nice camera man yelled at me. I can't help but love to piss people off, it's just what I do.
Today is the day I get my mugshots done. I'm planning on doing one of my complimentary dimple filled giggly smile... You know? The one that pulls people over the edge of annoyance.
So, basically I've moved about three times from the square im yelled at to stand on. The more I'm out of my cell, the better. It's not like I mean to cause trouble, it just follows me whereever I go... Much like a shadow.
"Thank you. Now hold up the sign and look forward." He demands slowly, as if he were talking to a baby. Instead of looking at the camera, I look to the side and watch as a flash shines through the side of my face. "Screw it. Ashton Fletcher Irwin, 5070138, you are now finished with your pictures." THANK GOD. I don't know how much longer I would have lasted with that damn guy.
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Farrah.
Why the fuck can't I let the thought of her go? The way her blond hair sits on her orange jumpsuit, the way she sits in that jumpsuit. Damn, I could fuck her all day long.
I think the most embarrasing thing I've ever done was think of these two words... Together.
Farrah Irwin.
Shut up ashton! She hates you, and you hate her. End of story! As I try to shake the thought of her away, she walks past my cell--that makes two days in a row--.
"Hello Irwin." He smirks, colliding her foot with the bars seperating us, creating a loud noise.
"What do you want Farrah?" I ask, standing from my hard-silver bed.
"Just wanted to ask how your day was..." She trails off innocently.
"Really?" I ask suprise, typically no one cares about my feelings considering I killed a girl.
"No." She laughs and walks on, shocker. I was waiting for that.
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Sorry this is really short I just don't know what else to write!
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-Jordan :-)
