AN: Hey hey hey! Ok, so as always, thank you for your reviews/follows and favorites. I love it! :D
A few people have wondered where exactly this story is going setting wise, if I'm gonna continue in Yerba or if we're taking it back home, and the answer to that is: I don't know yet O_O haha this story simply takes shape as I write it. I mean, I have an idea of where I want it to go, and how things will go unfolding, but then things change and, well, I go along with it if it feels right! So, yea, I guess all I can say is to sit back and enjoy the ride? ;)
So on that note, remain seated please, and keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times.
Tori
"Uh… Go fish." I say hesitantly, and before I know what's happening I'm on the ground with a sharp pain emanating from my left arm. I scramble to my feet as anger starts bubbling up from within me when I see one of the two prison women I'm playing cards with standing and holding a large stick. "Ok, that is not how we play Go Fish in America!" I snap, as I dust myself off. I know fighting back is probably the stupidest thing I could do given that these women are dangerous and ruthless, but I'm not gonna let myself be treated like this! I can't allow them to see how freaking scared and nervous I actually am or else they'll abuse me even more. She growls and raises the stick as she readies to hit me again, but the other woman stops her.
"Careful," she warns holding her back, "she's the one who stabbed the Chancellor's eyeball." I narrow my eyes at her and try to hold my ground. Her eyes widen and she begins sputtering apologies.
"I-I-I am so sorry." She mumbles backing away, dropping the stick as she turns to leave. The other woman follows closely behind.
"Yea!" I call after them, trying to sound as intimidating as I can. "Run faster!" But as soon as they turn the corner and are out of sight I pout and rub at my aching arm. "Owie…" I whimper.
This day has been pure crap! The meeting with the Chancellor this morning couldn't have gone worse. After my appointed lawyer turned out being a total wuss and crawled away, they had sentenced me to four years in Yerbanian prison! Four years! And now that I'm stuck here, I can't even make friends since everyone is either a psychopath or too scared to even approach me.
"Tori! Psst! Tori!" I'm brought out of my frustrating thoughts when I hear someone calling my name. I turn around and my spirit rises when I see Jade, Cat, Trina and Andre on the other side of the visiting fence. I run to them as they all worriedly gush over me. Well, all but Jade, who spits a sarcastic 'You've looked better.'
But the memory from last night assures me that it's simply her playing the part. I shoot her a glare and turn back to the others, inquiring about my current situation. They inform me that Sikowitz, Beck and Robbie are contacting my parents as well as our American ambassador for assistance. That's when I notice Andre shoving spoonfuls of salt into his mouth as a side effect of his moth bite.
"So has anyone tried to beat you up?" Trina questions.
"No," I reply with fake bravado. "I've got some street cred in here." I look around and continue in a low voice, "'Cause they think I'm the psycho girl who stabbed the Chancellor's eye." Jade throws me a pleased smile, as though she were proud of me or something.
I explain to them that the prison holds both women and men with a simple fence separating the two groups just as Sheeba, a freakishly large and manly inmate who has a violent reputation, walks by. I see a sudden sparkle in Jade's eyes and my stomach tightens. Uh-oh… Sure enough, as soon as Sheeba notices her staring and confronts her about it, the insults start flying. With every single one Sheeba gets angrier and angrier and all I can do is hope she won't let it out on me by association.
