Story time!!! We came home from our cabin and found out that our basement leaked!! We couldn't figure it out, so we just decided that the house was mad at us for moving. What an interesting story that had loads of detail... I was kidding, obviously.
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Why the hell are there tears on my cheeks?! That is a sign of weakness! I thought angrily at myself as I walked back to my cell. Tim was there, he opened the cell door for me, he even looked worried.
"What happened, Tyler?" Tim asked as he locked me in my cell. You know, I never expected life to be like this. Me talking to my roommate through a jail cell. I go to court soon, so I guess that's where I can hope they find out I'm innocent and Mark set me up.
"Nothing happened, Mr. Policeman." I said, sitting on my.. bed. It isn't a bed, but I'll call it that. It's so cold in here, the aura is anyways.
"Tyler, call me Tim. It is my name." Tim said, he was starting to get annoyed by me only calling him 'Mr. Policeman'. Well it suits him right? He is a policeman anyways.
I stayed silent, I don't need to tell him. It's my life. But do I really want my life to be like this?
"Tyler." An unfamiliar voice said as I looked up at the person. Yes? ...Idiot, use your voice. Use your damn voice! "Here's your dinner." The short man said, handing me food through the bars. Thanks. No! Use voice!
With that, the short man left.
Sighing, I got up and grabbed my food, carrying it to my bed and sitting on it. I heard Tim sigh quietly.
"Yes Tim?" I asked while simultaneously shoving my face with the food. Disgusting, yes, but I don't care. I was hungry.
"It's nothing, cellar boy." Tim said with a grin. I only face palmed.
"That's all you got, Mr. Policeman?" I asked with annoyance laced into my voice.
After dinner, I tried my best to get as comfortable as I could, and fell into a heavy, well needed sleep.
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And that's todays chapter! Hope you enjoyed this short chapter as much as I didn't!
I'm only kidding. The next chapter will hopefully have more plot buildings and shtuff.
312 words in all minus the A/N
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