Prison

New mate, new enemy.

"Chris, oi Chris! Man, it's time to get up." I flickered my eyes open to see Trey hanging above me. Literally, he was dangling from his top bunk looking down at me. "You not hear the bell going off? We need to get ready for breakfast, you got around ten minutes."

"U-uh, yeah." I yawned, finally remembering where I was. First whole day, this is going to be interesting. I got up, then realised how am I actually supposed to get ready, I got nothing. I looked at Trey to see him gathering his top brush and another fresh pair of orange prison uniform. "How do I get that stuff?"

"The police officer is making his way around now. You'll get another pair of clothes, toilet roll, a tooth brush, toothpaste, shampoo and soap. You have to make it last for a month, if you run out you don't get anything else. I'd hold it close or niggas gonna snatch your shit." He seriously spoke. It kind of made me nervous, not everyone is going to be like Trey I was lucky to have him as a cell mate.

"How we wash our clothes? If we run out we just not going to wash?" I asked worriedly.

"You have to hand wash your clothes," He chuckled. " "Use a little bit, or smell like shit."

"Inmate your stuff!" The police officer shouted from behind me which caused me to jump a little, I turned around taking my stuff from him and thanking him after. "You can't be scared in here boy."

He walked off, just as everyone's cell doors open. Trey walked through the gates and signalled for me to walk too. Everyone was pushing each other's out of way to get to the food canteen. Trey quickened up his speed, I decided to speed up too not wanting to loose Trey, I sneaked underneath everyone while trying to avoid eye contact to not cause any drama with anyone for 'looking at them wrong'.

"Trigga!" Two people shouted to Trey, Trey nodded at them as he got in the line for the canteen. I'm guessing 'Trigga' is his nickname around here. I got in the line behind Trey, there isn't that many more people in front of us. I felt someone tugging my shoulder back to move me, I turned around to see this full tatted light skin boy looking angrily at me.

"New bitches go to the back!" He angrily shouted, I didn't know what to do so it was a massive relief when Trey stepped in.

"Bro, he my new cell mate. Leave it yeah?" Trey spoke up.

"Ah yeah I got you Trigs." I guess Trey is highly respected around here. "What your name?" He asked me.

"Chris Brown." I said with a nod to show we good.

"My name Michael, but as you cool you can call me Tyga." He took his hand out in front of him to gesture towards a hand shake, I accepted it shaking his hand back. "Don't worry no one going to fuck with you around here."

He reassured me a bit hoping I'd get respected around here just as much as they do. The line in front of us soon went, I was next up.

"Look who's back, and they got you doing a bitches job." Trey laughed I turned my attention to the man he was talking too, he also has tats, he has 'made' written down the side of his face. When he turned his face the other direction I saw the other part said 'self'.

"Yeah I'm back nigga, so you can jump of your high horse because you ain't running shit no more." The man replied back.

"Oh and you are? With your cooking hat on, serving food like a lil bitch. You don't own shit anymore, you just a little snitch. Ain't nobody gonna trust you around here." Trey cockily laughed back. So for the information on this dude right now is that his a snitch. The 'snitch' slumped the gross looking food onto Treys plate, Trey then grabbed the water bottle what was next to it.

"I'll save you a sit." Trey said to me as he walked over to a table. I copied what Trey done, then walked over to where he was. Soon the sit next to me was taken when Tyga sat down with us.

"Who was that guy?" I asked, hoping it won't piss anyone off.

"August Alsina." Trey replied. "We used to be mates but he snitched me in for selling drugs in here, he just didn't like it that more people preferred me than him. For dropping me in it, the police let him go. But now he back and they got him working in the kitchen." Trey laughed at the last part.

"So don't talk to that nigga, he ain't welcome in our group." Tyga added.

This makes sense why they are so respected around here because they're giving people drugs. I just hope they don't ask me to join on with the shit because I don't want extra time added on, I just want to do my time and go. One big outcome of this is that I know they trust me or they wouldn't tell me about them selling drugs. I scanned the room to see everyone seems to have their own mates in here, I looked at the only window in this place to see another building in the distance.

"What's the building down there?" I asked the guys.

"You'd be lucky ass fuck to be moved there, I've been here seven years and never been moved there." Tyga answered. Seven years, shit.

"What's so great about it?"