I feel my hands go numb as the men in long velvet black suits cuff me to the wall, they rip off my Shirt and place a leather orange one in it's place i grab my armbandft and manage to scream" No damn you!, don't you dare take my armband it was given to me by--" all of the men leave the room, i'm left with the only living thing i have to remember my sister.
The next few minutes seemed like hours with the men in suits constanly going in and out, monitoring me they don't like me i can tell, i think a liitle bit, no they don't hate me it's just their job to be here and to do this, they said they've seen milloins of kids like me they are so nice and sweet, but alas when they go to release the "Convict , the person acts up and is yet again they are put back in confinement, i however act normal no muse to see around this will make it easier for me to escape in a later time, though i try not to think this way because they can hear it and they may use it against me at a later date such as when they intorgate me at the release date, I feel glad i have my wrist band, it's my only salvation it seems.
