who is she ?

learning the ropes.

it been a few weeks since ive gotten in , me and nicky have gotten closer.. which i am very thankful for. i got to meet lorna , and hear alot of stories about her.. she wasnt too bad , she seemed a bit crazy but she could keep a good conversation! you always needed that in here.

nicky helped me get cleaned up , that same day i redid my french braids because nicky commented on them saying something like it looked like a birds nest ..? im not sure. she told me that she didnt mind me around , and she was really kind. we had the same work duty too , cleaning. but we weren't together so often. maybe when we where both cleaning D hallway , or the shu. but other than that id mostly clean the florida hallway , and nicky the D hallway.. by the hairdressers.

i really liked her.

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we were sitting at a table , me and nicky playing cards while lorna watched us. there was a few other people there but, we havent talked alot.

nicky asked if i wanted to go back to the cell , she wanted to ask me something apparently. she honestly didnt seem the type to want to ask things , especially in private.

"of course !" i replied.

i followed nicky to the cell. when we got in she suddenly turned to me.

"hey kid , look. what you in here for , i just wanna know im not friends with a fucking serial killer." she stated , she looked a bit scared.

when i started to laugh she looked on the verge of laughing to. i nodded and shut my eyes for a moment.

"no, nicky. im not a murderer." i giggled , looking into her eyes.. she looked relieved.

"i robbed a house while i was drunk , got a DUI. 6 years." i raised my eyebrows to her. "settle the tension a bit?"  i laughed.

nicky nodded. "yes. alot, thank you."  she patted my shoulder and left the cell.

i watched her leave before getting into my bed , i was so tired. there was around 30 minutes until everyone had to be in their bunks for count and lights out.

i grabbed my small notebook and original pencil , i sat it on my lap as i sketched. i didnt know what to draw , oh! i know.. nicky! i smirked , and put my pencil to the thin paper.

in my highschool art was important , you didnt get in without an art exam showing your art standard. so honestly , i wasn't too bad at art.

i was done.

i drew nicky , in her grey crewneck and beige khakis. her hair big and frizzy and her black eye-liner smeared under her eyes , i felt like that gave her personality. i made sure to tuck her khakis into her socks , and her big black boots. her arms were crossed , it made her look fierce.. which she was.

i put the notebook under my pillow as the gaurds went around , banging on everyones cells yelling — "lights out!" "shut down" — and stuff like that , i tucked the notebook in and eyed down nicky as she reentered the cell. "goodnight, nichols" , i said , admiring her adorable frizzy hair . she said it back , i layed my head down and shut up eyes , falling asleep feeling the hard notebook under my paper thin pillow .