Chapter 3:

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Warning!
This chapter will include excessive profanity.

Anonymous 

The controlling bastards that people call 'guards' shoved their guns into our backs forcing us into a somewhat straight line.

All of the other inmates here smelled like fucking shit. I've only been in this goddamn prison for a week and already I hate it. There's no doubt I'm getting out of this place though. I don't know when or how, but I'm gonna fucking do it. I can't stand this place.

As soon as I get out I'm fleeing to London. That's where I was born and all, plus, U.S. cops are too fucking stupid to look there or even advise London cops to be on the lookout.

"Move faster you piece of shit!" The barrel of the gun made a harsh connection to my spine as I willed my feet to move forward in the line.

We have to do fucking yard work today. I mean we're already fucking locked up, so why should they torture us more?

As the guards shoved us out the door, the sun was fucking blinding. Not just to me, the rest of the prisoners, too. None of us have been outside in a while.

The fresh air would have been nice if it wasn't smothered by the smelly pieces of shit I was locked up with.

We were all handed rakes that had no sharpness at all so we weren't handed a 'weapon'. In other words, they were fucking useless.

I began raking the ground like the others, even though there were no fucking leaves on the ground. Especially since it's in the middle of the damn summer. I don't know why these damn idiots get to boss us around. However, there are a couple female guards and I need to stay on their good side. It could very easily help me escape.

After about 10 minutes of "raking" the ground, I heard a car on the road. I shot my head in its direction, a black jeep with pink accents and no doors. I snaked my eyes across the body of the car until my eyes met the drivers.

Since I was relatively close to the edge of the road, I could tell her eyes were a bluish color. Her hair, long falling somewhere between wavy or curly. It was a brunette color, almost like mine, just a bit lighter with maybe a few blonde highlights. 

As her blue eyes focused in on mine, a shiver ran down my spine. I'm sure it was just the fucking breeze. I hate being outside.

Before I could observe anything else, she slammed the gas pedal and took off. Simultaneously, the stupid fucking guard next to me yelled at me for not raking.

20 more minutes of raking the fucking ground and we finally were led back inside. It was now our "rec time", which really just meant that we could walk around in a room that wasn't our own cells. 

I began walking casually in a circle around the small room. There are too many people in here at once for this to be considered an actual form of exercise. Seeing as though I don't have the freedom to do anything else, I stay silent and keep walking. 

I don't have any friends in this shit-hole of a prison. It sounded like a stupid fucking idea to me. I know how to play the game so that I don't make enemies and one way to do that is to not let people get to close. If you let someone in, they'll do the same and then they think you owe them something or some shit. That's exactly how enemies are made, so the choice is easy; no friends. 

After our leisure time had ended, we were told to go back to our cells. My roommate Zayn was laying in his bed staring at the ceiling, like normal. I don't know much about the kid besides a little bit about his family. Mainly from visiting hours. Other than that, he keeps to himself like I do and I'm glad. 

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