"we already fucked, might as well get attached.", i shrugged pacing the workshop. ive been here not even a month yet, and I already found someone I care about- and no, not just because we fucked.
Thank you @spacebuns- for the cover, love!!!!
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I tried skipped job fair, fuck that. Dumb as hell anyways, I had to talk to Luschek. While I was wandering the halls, about to step outside, a guard stopped me.
"Not your yard time.", he said, I read his tag, Stratman. I groaned, walking my ass back to the chapel. I didn't want to test my luck with a new guard.
I took the seat next to Marissa and watched the interview go on. Flaca got handsy with the man, as expected because she was dreadful up there, and Taystee was killing it.
If only she'd have listened to me about reading up on shit. The time came to where he announced the winner and Taystee obviously won.
"Bullshit!", Maritza yelled.
"That's some fuck!", I retaliated.
"She so deserved to win!", Maritza said annoyed, flipping off the man and then the woman who walked on after he left- obviously she couldn't see Maritza or hear us over everyone else in the chapel. "She was much cuter then that unkept-messy hair freak!"
I just smiled in agreement.
---
"I don't even smoke!", Flaca kept saying. "I don't give a shit if I lost to that dark chocolate fuck. I was cuter."
"That you were.", Maritza comforted. "So much cuter."
"Your makeup was to die for, don't let that no fashioned old granny tell you it wasn't cute.", I said and she smiled at me.
"Bitches I know, I'm not stupid. I know that girl sucked his chili-dog before the stupid ass thing started to make sure she won.", Flaca said.
--- (a few days later)
"Hell no.", I said tossing the hair net back to Gloria. "Hell to the heck no."
"Put the fucking net on, I didn't hire you so don't give me shit I got work to do. Quit being a baby, and chop the goddamn day-old vegetables.", she said shoving it back into my chest and pointing to the table.
I drug my feet over to the table towards the middle of the kitchen in the back. I stood there, scolding every brownish thing on the table in front of me.
"The vegetables didn't shit in your cereal, let's go!", Gloria shouted. I sloppily cut the things, my hair net on- I'm a nice person, just because I sulk shouldn't mean people have to eat my hair.
I didn't help pass out trays, in fact I left. Went straight to my bunk. I took out my book and just got lost in the pages, every word like it was my own.
--- time skip
"Y'all hear about that new woman?", I heard some random chick say. I paced around the courtyard, hood up and my tiny hands shoved so deep in my pockets you'd think they didn't exist.
Sure enough, as I was pacing I saw a far woman with crazy ass hair talking with some other girls. Orange is not her color.
Fuck, I'm turning into Maritza and Flaca. I rolled my eyes and walked off.
"Alaniz!", a males voice yelled. It was a large guard, O'Neill his name tag read. "Head to Caputos office, lets go!"
I was being followed closely behind as I did as told and went to where I remembered his office being. "You really don't need to have your fat all up on me.", I scoffed trying to walk faster.
"You wanna open the door for me or will you step back for a little?", I asked rolling my eyes and grabbed the door handle, swinging the door open and going inside away from that fuck.
I took a seat in the same chair as I was in the other day and folded my hands neatly, and sarcastically, on my thighs. "You got me here to sexually harass me- I mean you got the child toucher mustache down so I just figure you want me here every other day now."
His face grew stern, angry. "Cut the jokes, Alaniz. You walked out on your job and the proceeded to tell one of my c.o's to- as I quote- 'go fuck fuck yourself with a used dil-dildo'."
"I didn't stutter.", I shrugged.
"Last warning Alaniz.", Caputo warned, slamming a stack of papers down. "You walk out again, you'll wish you hadn't."
"Don't threaten me, Mr. C. I have a right to some things, I hate kitchen duty. I won't work there.", I said.
"I'll see what I can do, for now you will work there and you will do it right.", he said and moved his head towards the door in a nod. "Go. No more visits please, we haven't had any issues don't start them."
I shoved the chair back and walked out, the fat fucking guard wasn't even there. I headed to my bunk and just stayed there the rest of the evening.
Hnnnnng this is stressful charter schools are easy but like I'm just so s h o o k and so much is on my mind- I know all my damn excuses but like I'm tryING.
I still have my issues and my whole mental problem- still not ready to talk about it- is making it hard to keep writing happy things, it's not depression it's something else- well I guess kinda? I can't describe it and don't really need to.
