GOING TO CLEAN UP AND REWRITE
(the writing gets better later on)
Y/N Y/LN is a 25 year old girl (Alex is..27?) that has been convicted of a crime she didn't do. Or did she? Either way she will be staying at Litchfield Prison for 15 months or maybe...
I sit in the vehicle anxiously, clutching my belongings close to myself. My leg is bouncing up and down, as I try to contain my stress. The girl beside me is giving me the stink eye, but I pay no attention as I have more serious stuff to worry about.
The driver looks in the review mirror and smiles at me, I can't get myself to return the gesture. I retrieve my gaze onto the ground and think about all the possible ways how I could prevent this moment from happening.
"Ey, everything will be 'aight,"
The girl behind the wheel said as she glanced at me. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to overthink everything. My life has not been the best but I seriously would never think that I would end up like this.
Me. Going to jail? Never in a million years would my younger self have guessed that, and to be honest...I wouldn't blame her. I was never the one to get in trouble or cause any chaos.
That sounds like a lot of bullshit considering my position right now, but I was a good child. Still am, just... some things happen?
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't feel the van come to a stop until I was aggressively nudged by the girl next to me. I shook out of my state of daze and slowly walked out.
"Welcome to Litchfield."
Said the driver as she smiled. I just now realized that she was quite pretty. She looked like she just stepped out of one of them 50's magazines with models and stuff.
While I was cursing myself for being so gay I eyed the ugly building before me. It wasn't the best, but I did see worse so I couldn't complain.
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The driver's voice drew me back into reality as the group of new prisoners began to move. I learned that her name is Lorna Morello.
Sounds Italian, maybe I should ask her later. Or not? I don't want to get on anyone's bad side so maybe I should just keep to myself? Whatever, I'll figure it out later.
The group follows Morello inside as she talks about life here and how we shouldn't worry. Easy for her to say, she's probably been here for long since they let her drive. Not that that's a bad thing.
When we finally stopped to see where we're going to sleep an older woman walks up to us. She has brown hair that goes slightly past her shoulders, dark brown eyes, and is medium height. By her expression, you can clearly see that she is beyond pissed as she stepped up to one of the girls. They both look at each other for a second before the older woman slapped the other one as I look at them with shock. The younger girl didn't look too fazed by the woman's action, as she just stared at the ground.
Finally, the angry inmate walks away as we continue our trip. My expression hasn't changed, as I kept stealing glances at the girl that has been slapped. Did both of the women know each other? Did they have a history?
