I hate my LA teacher.

JAILHOUSE 👺

After my trial ended, I was quickly escorted to the nearest jail.

I couldn't even afford a good lawyer because my other ex husband found out about what I had done and took all of the money and our kids! I MEAN WHO DOES THAT. HERE I AM, ABOUT TO BE LEFT TO ROT IN A JAIL CELL AND I CAN'T EVEN SEE MY KIDS?!?!?!?

Good thing I am a cis straight christian woman so I only got 2 years on my sentence.

BUT THATS STILL WAY TOO LONG,,,

 I tried to seduce the police officers that were currently dragging me to my cell but they just laughed at me and said I was way too ugly. 

"OH YEA? I BET THAT'S WHAT YOUR WIFE SAID WHEN SHE LEFT YOU, HUH?"

They proceeded to shove me into the cell harder than necessary.

"FUCK YOU, LET ME OUT, I DIDN'T KNOW THEY WHERE 12!"

Suddenly, a huge hand threw my backwards onto the cold ass ground. A woman with way too many tattoos stood above me with a ugly expression on her face. 

"12? What are you, a pedo? Wanna know what happened to the last pedo that stepped into this cell?"

Before I could comprehend what was happening with my small peanut brain, a hand latched onto my ear and began to slowly tear it off. lol

"WAIT NO, I'M NOT A PEDO I PROMISE!"

She stopped tearing, but her hand remained tightly on my ear. She leaned over me and looked me directly in the eyes.

"Oh yea? Then what are you here for, bitch?"

What a basic line, what kind of absolute idiot would put that in a basic ass prison story?

"I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i accidentally showed porn to an entire class of kids..."

I began tearing up at the thought, the horrific sight of one of my ex husbands jerking it was too much for my pussy heart to bear. I could practically hear his moans in the room with me.

Wait, are those real moans?

"Oh, don't mind Beccy. She can get the other ladies worked up real quick."

Beccy? What a basic name. I hate Beccy's all around the world. Reminds me of that HORRIBLE kid from the school I teach at. She cursed constantly and never did any of her work.

Wait no, they fired me.

The lady was already laying on the bottom bunk of the bed in our cell. The ceiling looked incredibly low, I would probably hit my head every time I got up. 

Steps could be heard walking down to our cell.

"Lights out ladies, get your musty asses in bed. When I come back roun' here in a few minutes, ya'll betta be asleep."

The guard had a super heavy country accent, and you know better to deny a racists orders in prison.

When I got up into the top bunk, I immediately  hit my head on the ceiling, knocking myself out. 

I heard laughter before a final saying.

"What a dumbass."