My Escape

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I finally planned out my escape.
Remember how I said that the cell is almost impenetrable.
Well, one thing could penetrate it.
Orange juice.
The juice could take out the bolts and screws of the cell bars.
I don't know why, but I tested it out and it worked.
One screw dropped to the floor.
Luckily, my guard didn't notice.
Every time he went on break, I would dab some juice on the screws and bolts.
Eventually, all the screws and bolts came loose and cell door was knocked down.
The alarm sounded.
I ran as fast as I could.
Somehow, I got past it's walls and escaped into the forest.
As the alarm kept going of, I heard shouting in the distance.
I escaped.
I was so happy, but I had a small problem.
Where was I supposed the go?
I decided to get as far away as I could.
I ended up camping in the woods.
I ate some berries that made my stomach happy.
I decided to sleep early that night to get more energy.
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I woke up the next morning to the sound of birds chirping.
I spent the next 4 days in the woods.
I lived off of berries and tree bark.
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I couldn't stay in the woods forever so I left the forest and entered Crescent City.
I was getting tired of berries and tree bark so I decided to eat real food.
I didn't have any money so I tried to rob a store.
I had experience.
My friends taught me how to do it.
But that was a mistake.
Once I entered and tried to take as many things as possible, a security camera caught me.
I was sent back to Pelican Bay State Prison.
I'll just call it PBSP.
There, I was treated even worse than before.
My guard was now keeping a 24 hour surveillance on me.
He had no breaks.
All he did was watch.
He was warned that if I escaped again, he would be fired.
Whether he was born under the president or not.
Unlike last time, I had another prisoner with me.
She had sleek black hair and looked around 19 years old.
She didn't talk at first so I just ignored her.
She would walk around the cell without saying anything.
I thought I escaped, but I was wrong.
My life became even more horrific than it was before.
I officially hate my life.

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