The sound of the bared door closing behind me, is the moment of truth. Ali may have not been a criminal, but now I am. I have switched places in jail with a prisoner, now I'm not saying I would go back if I could, I need to find out what has happened because I love my sister.
"Alison?" I snap out of it. It's Ali's guard.
"Yes?" I ask.
"Dinner is in half an hour." She says blankly.
"Ok. Whatever." I reply, hoping it sounds like something Ali would say.
I sit on Ali's cold, rock hard bed and try to think of a plan. About 20 minutes into it, the guard leaves. So I get up and start searching the room, for any clues, doors, or passage ways. I find nothing. Go figure, it's a high security prison. I hear footsteps so I run back to the bed and pretend to be in deep thought. The guard opens the door to let me out. She walks right behind me to make sure I don't run, and I follow everyone else to the cafeteria.
They slop some sort of puke like looking gump on my plate, and I go sit down. I watch everyone chatting and eating. They all seem to have friends around here. I wonder if Ali did. Probably not, if she had had friends, they would most likely be looking for me right now.
Someone sits down across from me. I look up hopeful that its someone nice, but as soon as I do, the blood drains from my face and I go white.
It's Elizabeth.
