"HAHA Aw,look at the stripper crying on her first day!! HAHA" The mid 30's lady mocked.
Her and another women in the cell have been laughing at me ever since I got here calling me stripper for an unknown reason.The name seemed to have been known all around the prison because the women in our building of cells screamed out the name then everyone laughed.
You'd expect an all womens prison to be treated differently then a mens prison but it turns out the guards treat you with the same respect they treat the men.Except Officer Sam Cole.He treats almost every lady in here with a charming respect.Smiling at every girl,winking at a few even just to be respected.He is cute though.But i am 17 and he wouldnt fall for me.But I am pretty.Not to sound concieted but its the truth. My name is Jennifer but the few people I new called me Jenny and I have long black hair that flowed down to my mid back,my blues eyes,my big pink lips,or my perfect body shape.I had curves to die for,long tanned legs long arms and the perfect height,5'7.Your probably thinking what the hell would a pretty girl like her doing in prison?!Long story short,I took the blame to protect my brother Isaac from going to prison for the 30th time.And I am not kidding!
He has actually gone more but only for small things like getting into a fight or stealing but the 29 other times were BIG serious situations.But Isaac still has a heart believe it or not.He took care of me when our parents died in a plane crash to get away from him.He was a delinquent all his life and my parents couldnt handle it anymore.They finally decided to take a vacation.BIG MISTAKE!!
They left a few hours before terrorist took down the twin towers in New York on 9/11. the day after 9/11 they bought another plane ticket to get back home when a plane crashed into them leaving no survivors.
Isacc became furious and started drinking more and more.One night I found him in a pet shop sleeping with chickens!
He always protected me though.Always pushing guys away from me and buying me stuff.I liked hanging out with him but we had gotten into a huge fight because he thought I slept with a guy the night before.Now it was true that I stayed over but we didnt sleep together.I was 17 and I was always cautious.He stormed out.I was already pist and our conversation wasnt over.I followed him only too recognize the house he was at.He broke in there and stabbed the guy I had spent the night with to death.I made it seem as it was my fought.When the detectives came breaking down doors to our house they arrested me leaving Issac and a few police officers punching and swinging in all directions.Salty tears flowed down my face in the police car drying on my cheeks since there was no hand to wipe them with.He still loved and cared for me that is why he fought the officers but it was no use now I was in prison accused with 2nd degree murder,sentenced to 4 years in prison.
And here I am.Shoved in the corner of the cell next to the smelly toilet and a dead rat crying my eyes out in front of 2 cruel women.
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Dont know if i should continue but I might.....I have a lot of interesting ideas to put in this story....I was going to post it as a humor book but whats funny about prison?!?!?! so i put it on teen fiction but this story does have a lot of humor in later chapters ;))) hope you liked it
