imprisoned

Day 1: Arrival

"Arriving soon maggots," says the driver in a snarky tone. As I open my eyes and look around at my surroundings I begin to think to myself;  'Man how the fuck did I get here?' Is the the only thing running through my mind, well at least what's left of it. I look around to study my surroundings, it would seem I was on a bus. Rubbing my eyes I can make out about seven other passengers. Nothing strange right? Except the fact we were all wearing the same outfit with the jewelry to match, weird right? And we aren't talking about the good stuff, oh no, we're in the good ol' orange jumpsuit with the cuffs and fucking shackles to go with. 'This is just great.' I turn my gaze to the right and look out of the barred window. 'Perfect, nothing but fucking desert.' I look back to face the guy on my left. He was a fairly big guy, bald head, and dark skin. Obviously not the guy you want to fuck with in this situation, but when you're me you say fuck it; I tap this guy on the shoulder and prey that he doesn't beat the shit out of me. "Hey man any idea where we're heading?" 

He quickly responds without looking back in my direction, "Shut the fuck up."

"Geez man learn some fucking manners." I mumble under my breath as I turn my gaze back towards the window. We start to speed past a sign as I catch a glimpse of it. 'CCF two miles' is all I have time to read. In this situation I would ask the guy next to me what the fuck is CCF, but he obviously doesn't want to be bothered. Sure made that clear.

The bus would come to a complete stop as the door opens. The driver stands facing me and the rest of the passengers, and as the cookie crumbs fall from his mustache and on to his big round belly he belts out a command, "Alright, everyone single file. I'll assume all of you know what that mean." He adjust the blue hat on his head that read the words 'CCF' across it.

  Everyone around me quickly stands to their feet and line up preparing to exit the bus.

"Hey! You! Stop daydreaming and fall in line with the rest." The drive says to me. Without really having a choice I stand and fall in line with everyone else. We start to walk off of the bus in order of which we stood in line. We all lined up against the wall once we were off the bus. I look around, 'so this is CCF'. The prison gate would slowly roll open retracting itself in to the wall as a large caucasian man walks out past the gate. He looked like every other shithead with a badge. Brown hair, neat buzz cut. The only difference is he wore a white dress shirt with a black tie to match his slacks and dress shoes. He stood directly in front of me as I could see my reflection in his black aviators. 'yep total shithead'. I think to myself as I look up at him.

"Alright, listen up. I'm Major Conwell the warden and owner of this prison. If you are here that means you been charged with a serious crime and sentenced to a minimum of ten years." He begins to pace back and forth as he talked . His stank ass breath shoots up my nose as I try not to fall asleep listening to him ramble on and on. "This is a privately owned prison where we have no requirement to follow the judicial system so cause trouble here at your own risk. Next you will be headed to check in. With that said try to stay out of trouble. Oh and welcome to the conwell correctional facility." The warden smirks as he turn to walk back towards the gate. The driver would step off the bus.

"Ok maggots follow me." He starts to walk towards the gate as we follow him. I look around seeing the high walls  and guard towers as we walked through the gate and into the yard of the prison. Of course we got the expected dirty stares from the prisoners already in the yard. 'The fuck they looking at'.  I think to myself as we continue to a stop infront of a a big blue metal door. I hear a buzz as the guard pulls open the door. "Everyone in, take a seat." The guard spoke. We walk in to the building, the wall of which had a faded white paint and a line of plastic blue chairs set against the wall waiting for us. We all take a seat. "Wait for your name to be called." The guard says as he walks past us to the desk. I lean back in my chair looking down at the shackles that were bestowed upon my wrist. 'What the hell did I do to end up here?'  Is the only thought crossing my mind as I sat awaiting for my fate.