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Jack's POV

I scratched another mark on the wall with the piece of chalk. Number 1,095. Three years of a twenty year sentence. A sentence that I don't deserve.

"Hey Frosty!" Ugh, I really wish my cell mate, Bunny, would shut up once in a while.

"What, Bunny?"

"Just telling you congrats on three years."

"Why are you congratulating me?"

"Well, you know Frost, your not the biggest person. Hell, we were even placing bets on how long you would last before Manny beat you to a pulp! I gave you two months."

"Well he tried and failed, now didn't he?" It's true. The day he tried to beat me up, I got a long crooked stick and nearly choked him to death. Got me a week in solitary, but it was worth it. He hasn't even thought about touching me since that day.

"LIGHTS OUT!"

And everything goes black.

Elsa's POV

I just HAD to be a laywer. I could have been an arcitect! ( A/N *cough* ICE CASTLE *cough*) But here I am at Harvard law, studying to be a laywer. I haven't been listening until the professer said,
"Alright, now instead of an essay you will be doing a project with people from the local prison."

"Umm..." I raised my hand. " Isn't that a little dangerous?"

"Relax, these prisoners are perfectly safe."
Then the bell rang and I bolted back to my apartment. It's my little kingdom of isolation. (A/N 😜) I jumped into bed and closed my eyes the second my head hit the pillow.

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