So days have passed with the guy with me. We don't really talk and I don't even know his name. I once asked him, but he wouldn't tell me. Then I decided to ask him today. It was a cold rainy day and there was thunder, so I was stuck in this cell the whole entire day.
"So... why don't you tell me your name," I asked him in a low voice.
"Cuz it's not important," he said.
"Well if it's not important than just tell me," I said a little louder.
"Why do you care so much anyways," he snapped at me.
"Cuz mabey I'm a little curious. I don't hide my identity."
"Well I'm not you, ok," he said more angrily.
"Jeez, calm down. I dont want the cops coming to our cell. Don't the cops know your name and who you are."
"No," he said with a evil grin on his face.
"What? I'm confused?"
"I have a fake identity," he whispered.
"What? How?," I said, eager for answers.
" Lower your voice, this is private stuff the cops can't know."
"Ok, but how?," I said more softly.
"Easy. Just pay a nerd or geek a hundred bucks and there they make you a fake identity in a week or so."
"Why would you do that," I said.
"For emergency."
"What do you mean," I said, confused.
"Just in case I go to jail like I am now, it will help me out a lot, he said."
"Ok, wait don't the cops know it's fake," I said.
"No. Not yet. It has information that seems real and they don't really carefully look at it. Not until a real person that's a pro at technology comes and checks it."
I was impressed by how much he knew. I still had more questions to ask.
"What if they come soon. Your gonna get caught and end up in jail for a longer time."
"They come every 3 months. We have about a week and a half left," he said.
"So what are you gonna do and how is that card gonna help you. It's just going to cause more trouble," I asked waiting for more answers.
"You'll see," he said. I already told you way too much anyways. I'll tell you everything else tomorrow. When it's time to go outside, we'll just tell the cops that we want to stay here. Then I'll tell you everything else you need to know."
"I don't want to be here again, the whole day tomorrow," I said.
"Ok then I guess I won't tell you," he said with a smile on his face.
I felt like it was something important that I had to know about.
"Ugh fine. It better be something good."
"It will be," he said.
"Wait one more thing," I quickly said.
"What?," he said in a tone that sounded like he was tired of answering my questions.
"What's your fake name?," I said.
"James Smith," he said.
"What's your real name," I asked hoping he'll actually tell me.
He took a deep breath. "Mark. Mark Jackson," he said so lightly and low that I barley heard it.
"Oh nice name, I said in a voice that kind of sounded a little mean. I didn't mean to say it that way.
