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Amir Quentin Moore

I was sitting in my cell drawing regular things. I got one more week left in this bitch, and I've been counting down. 168 hours left in this hole, then I'm free. I contacted—well, tried to contact—Nadine last week, but she didn't pick up, which pissed me off.

I hadn't called her for the past month because I was hesitant, and I got into a little altercation with one of the inmates. Nothing major, but it caused me to get an extra two weeks; I was supposed to have been out already.

My thoughts were interrupted by a bang on my cell door. I looked up, seeing Officer P. "Mr. Moore, you got visitation," she said, looking at me through the little glass.

I frowned, putting my book down, getting off the bed, and fixing my orange jumpsuit. "You ready?" she asked me. I nodded. She turned and yelled, "Inmate 36027474, ready!" and then my door opened.

(If you know what those numbers stand for, then you are a real G✡️)

I held my hands up, and she put the handcuffs on me and started walking toward the pod door, making me follow. The pod door opened slowly.

We walked out of the pod and down the hall to the room where visitation was held. "C'mon, Moore, sit right here," she pointed at the table in the back once we got there.

I saw inmates talking to their loved ones, and guards standing on each corner of the room looking for anything suspicious. I walked to the table where she told me to sit and put my head down, waiting.

I shook my left leg in silence, just waiting. I heard movement, making me look up, and see NJ, K2, Rambo, and Spark looking around the room.

Me and Spark made eye contact, and he tapped them, moving his hand towards me, making them smile and walk up.

"Wassup, jailbird," K2 said, sitting at the table along with the others. "Nigga, you just got out a week ago, you can't call nobody a jailbird," NJ said.

K2 mugged him but turned back around. "How you have been, gang?" Spark asked. I smacked my lips and huffed, "Man, I'm just ready to get the fuck up out of this bitch."

They nodded. "You just got one week left, just hold it down and keep taking your medicine," Rambo preached. I nodded.

I smiled. "I can't wait to see my shorty," they all looked at each other, and Spark moved his lips to the side, scratching his head.

They all looked suspicious. I frowned, tilting my head, "What is y'all doing that for?" NJ huffed, shaking his head. "Who gon' tell him?"

They turned to him. "Nigga, that's your sister, you tell him," Rambo said. "Who's your sister and tell me what?" I looked at them confused.

NJ turned to me, "So, you know how I said I had a lil' sister locked up in here?" I thought about it, then nodded. He scratched his head.

"So the girl Nadine you've been talking to is my sister." I swallowed. "What's her full name?" I asked. He looked at me, "Nadine Raelynn Diggs." My eyes went wide, and then I slightly smiled.

I looked around. "Alright, so why you ain't bring her? She didn't answer my call last week when I tried to call her." I started twisting my dreads in one hand.

"I ain't even gon' say nothing, just look." K2 pulled his phone out, showing me a picture of a girl with pink dreads sitting on some dude's lap with him kissing her neck.

Frowning, I looked up at them. I chuckled. "What you showing me a picture of random ass people for?" Spark huffed. "Omg, this nigga slow as fuck."

"Nigga, connect the dots," Rambo added. I still looked confused, making them groan. "This my sister, dumbass," NJ said.