Killafornia

III.

Killafornia

CJ

Having just finished dinner, I was heading up the stairs to get back to my room and wait till it was my block's turn for the showers. The community in here was laid back since most people were nearing the end of their sentence and the little gang bangers had been moved out. I've had no issues with anyone and that's what I liked but every now and then an inmate or two was curious about my comings and goings and why I was the only one who was basically granted complete access to this entire compound, except Death fucking Row. 

Finding Death Row might as well be finding the Atlantis of Maximum Security. Is it that hard just for me to find Jaxon and ask about Leroy? That's all, I'm not trying to break out, I just have some questions but getting the answers is the trouble. 

I was searching through my stuff when I saw the pass dangling from around my neck. Pulling it off, I guess I forgot to drop it back off at the main office when I was leaving Level Three. I need to take it back, last thing I need is anyone thinking I'm tryna steal this pass and use it as a way of trade with the other inmates. Exiting my room, I looked around and found an officer at the bottom of the stairs talking to an inmate so I swiftly made my way down. 

"What's the problem?" He asked after dismissing the other inmate. 

"I need to take this pass back, forgot to drop it off at the main office when I was done doing her work." By work, I mean playing cards with some hard time criminals. In my defense, they were funny and I could use a laugh since Rack City isn't in here with me. Not to mention, now that I've established good terms with them, I know they have my back while I'm wandering around that level. The officer gave me the approval and I headed back outside to get to the main office. 

By this point most officers know that I have a pass so the ones I was passed by as I was walking didn't even bother to check me. The lights were still on in the main office so I just walked in to find the head officer, I don't even remember what she said her name was. I think it was Shay? Sheila? Shannon? I wasn't paying attention. 

"Caj'o? What brings you by?" She asked with a welcoming smile as she turned around and then stepped in front of her desk like she usually does. 

"Forgot to bring this back when I was done in Level Three, my bad." I said as I handed her the pass. "Same time again tomorrow?" I asked and she just looked down at the pass for a moment before setting it down on the desk. 

"Have a seat, you're not in a hurry?" I shook my head. "Then please have a seat." Taking my seat, I sat back and waited to hear what she had to say now. "You're not having any problems in Level Three?" Again I shook my head. "That's good to hear, I thought maybe some inmates would try to gang up on you since you're new in that area." 

"You could say I was welcomed in there." 

"I could see why, there's something about you that gives the vibe that you're not a threat but just another body who minds their business and speaks when spoken to." Grabbing the pass again, she got up from the desk and walked behind me to the wall where she kept the other passes. "What are your goals in life?" 

"To get out of here and then out of California, from there I don't really care what happens." I shrugged. I hated being asked what I wanted out of life or what my goals are. I was asked that back in like kindergarten and I said I wanted to be a police officer... I'm twenty now and I can safely say being a police officer is no where in my plans as I stay avoiding them. My point is, my goals are always changing and my only long term goal is to just stay alive and not fuck up. 

"Interesting enough. What about that woman, Vanity? By the way you spoke about her at your trial, I could assume you have some kind of future goals with her, right?" I didn't know that I was going to be questioned about my life when I took a seat in this chair. I was just here to drop off a pass and maybe talk about Level Three, not the future life of CJ.