At least they had rats in prison. It made me think of that one song in Barbie as the island princess, where the rat poisoned all the animals to frame Barbie. God, I loved Barbie. The Diamond Castle was my favorite one. I always requested it for movie night here in Arkham. Tbh (to be honest), this prison was better than my apartment, except I didn't have my streaming equipment, Pepto Bismol, or my Batman ((hate) love) blanket. I still found a way to reach my followers; the kitchen had a smart fridge, and I was able to log into my twitter.
My life changed once I went to prison; they required weekly showers. I have never showered more in my life. The showers were fancy; they even had these bars often referred to as "bars of soap". They didn't taste good, but were very filling nonetheless. One good thing did come from the showers because they were so fancy; they reminded me of the hit song Fancy by Iggy Azalea featuring Charli XCX. As I sang in the shower, not only was I screamed at but also recruited for the prison choir!
The prison choir was GREAT! I was clearly the best one there; my years in the orphanage church choir were clearly paying off. If you didn't know, I was in an orphanage because my parents abandoned me. Because of my excellence, I quickly rose through the choir ranks. Soon enough, I was in charge! With my newfound power, I decided to put on a SHOW. Annie was the one I picked; she was just like me fr fr. I put my blood, sweat (lots of sweat), and tears into that show. I saw myself in Annie. She was also an orphan.
When I wasn't practicing for the show, I was either strutting down the hall with Brittney Spears' "Work Bitch" playing in my head (they didn't allow my iPod in) or at the arts and crafts center. I have made so much macaroni art; I can finally enjoy the wonders of macaroni without having to worry about the horrors of cheese. Sadly though, my thoughts returned to Brucie. Everything I did reminded me of him. Sometimes it was anger: I made macaroni hate speech towards him, and sometimes it was sadness. There were many times when I wanted to get on the smart fridge, log into SpaceHey and message him. But I couldn't. I had to forget him. He betrayed me; I couldn't love him anymore. But it was pain, agony even.
Despite all of this pain, I had a GREAT next-door neighbor. We always made macaroni art together; he reminded me of this one rat I used to own who I think was half hyena. His name was the Joker! I told him we would fit perfectly together because I was the Riddler! He liked that. He was a fan of Batman just like me; I guess he didn't see my Twitter bio because it clearly said that we were dating. He was always asking about his weakness and where his house was. He was also a GREAT comedian, but even his hilarious jokes couldn't heal my broken soul. I still loved Batman. What a pitiful soul I was. But I was Julius Caesar, and he was Brutus from the hit play Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare, a historic play and tragedy first performed in 1599. I have never felt more hurt; I was even more hurt than when I first realized I was an orphan. I was more hurt by Brucie than any of the corruption in Gotham. This was the ultimate lie. How could he do this to me? What did I do for him to treat me like this?
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