In Love With A Prisoner

Chapter 1: "Good luck you'll need it."

{I was thirteen/fourteen years old when I wrote this so please keep that in mind, haha. I didn't know much about writing stories.}

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SINCE SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE NOT TO READ THE BIO OF THIS STORY, THEREFORE LEAVE UNNECESSARY COMMENTS, I FEEL THE NEED TO PUT THIS MESSAGE HERE: THE START OF IN LOVE WITH A PRISONER IS INSPIRED BY THE BOOK/MOVIE, 'HOLES' BY LOUIS SACHAR. A FEW DETAILS ARE THE SAME, BUT I PROMISE MY STORY IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT. THANK YOU, AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY ILWAP :) - beamingbieber

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I step off the bus, wearing my assigned uniform.

The sign reads: CAMP OSWAY FOR BAD BOYS

I bite my lip, feeling a little nervous. It doesn't look like a camp. More a prison. Which it basically is.

I ended up here for apparently stealing some shoes. When really I was framed. But I'm different from the other prisoners here.

I'm a girl.

There were budget cuts at the girl's prison and they had no room for me so I've been sent here for a year. Yay...

"Get movin'," the security guard mumbles, nudging my shoulder.

I walk along the gravely path, leading to the building. There's another security guard standing at the entrance, no emotion on his face. As I walk up to the door, he opens it and I walk inside, followed by the first guard.

A slim looking man stands from his desk, a sly grin on his face, topped with a grey-haired moustache.

"Ahh, our one and only girl." He clasps his hands together. "Kate was it? Catherine? C-"

"Kat," I correct him, looking at the ground.

"That's right! Kat Morko. The shoe thief." He snickers.

I glare at him, biting my tongue from letting out a nasty comment or two.

Ignoring my eyes on him, he continues speaking.

"Don't think for a second that just because you're a girl you'll get special treatment. You will break nails and possibly a bone or two, depending on how you get along with the boys." He snickers.

I gulp down a ball of saliva which had formed at the back of my throat.

Upon noticing this, he smirks.

"Your shoe stealing is nothing compared to what these boys are in for. I'd tell you their stories but I want you to sleep tonight. You must be up bright and early to start your hole," he informs, that sickly grin still on his face.

"What hole?" I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Right now the boys are digging a one meter hole. After that, they may relax," he says.

Opening a door, he gestures for me to come through.

I do as he says, making my way to the door and following him through it. My eyes lay upon lots of cells and security guards. Each more grumpy than the last.