Chapter 2

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I was finally able to buy from the commissary five days after I arrived. The past four days were uneventful, of course they were, who am I kidding I'm in prison. It just became a routine of mine. Waking up, breakfast, go back to bed, library, lunch, run in the track, shower, dinner then go to sleep. I guess I could consider Poussey a friend now, we had spent a lot of time together, even though we only hung out when we were in the library and all we do is talk about books, but it's still better than being alone. And yesterday night I decided to finally get a job assignment, not now, just later this week.

"Hey Poussey." I said getting in, "Whatcha reading?" I asked.

"Hey Kendrick. Eh some animal book. Did you know dogs could smell your feelings? That's so cool. Bullshit, but cool."

"I have a dog. I miss him." I said remembering Jai.

"Which breed?" Poussey asked.

"Chow chow." I frowned remembering Jai. "He reminded me of a teddy bear, always so cuddly and cute."

"Hey don't you have visitation today?" Poussey asked. I shook my head a new and sat down. "That's odd. Usually new inmates always have visitors their first weekend. Parents and husbands and shit" Poussey chuckled.

"Yeah well I have no husband and my prents, well they don't want to." I sighed putting my head in my hands.

"I'm sorry."

"It's fine really. Our family is very conservative, I guess I should've expected it. It's funny though they said goodbye and said, "Hey we'll see you on your birthday" My birthday is in like 7 months."

"What you in here for?" Poussey asked, eyeing me curiously.

"Drug dealing."

"You don't look like the type to do drugs." She laughed. "I feel like you'd be here for something stupid like protesting."

"Don't judge a book by it's cover." I quoted with a smirk and threw a book it her with a bad cover. She laughed, opening the book. "And I never did drugs. I just sold them, to help out a friend. Sometimes you're too nice for your own good."

"If it makes you feel better I sold drugs, well like weed and stuff." Poussey shrugged, "We all do stupid choices."

"Yeah.. Yeah. Some choices are even more stupid than other choices." I said, sighing. "I can't believe I ruined my whole life because of him."

"How many months?"


"It'll be fine. Some have over 50 months. You'll be okay."

"I know." I said. I will be okay here, really. But after I get out of here? I don't think so. I probably won't be able to pursue my dream go to med school, I'll probably live with my parents for a few years before I finally get enough money to buy myself an apartment and live alone from a job like a waitress or work in a store or something.

"Seriously Kendrick chin up. We'll be okay." Poussey said, tapping my shoulder. "I'm actually gonna miss you when you get your job assignment. I'm gonna be alone."

"Oh shit. That reminds me I need to go see Healy." I said getting up.

"Goodluck. Just pray you don't end up doing Laundry. Actually do pray you'll end up there. That way, I'll stay here and read while laugh at you." Poussey smirked, letting out a little laugh.

"Screw you, Washington." I chuckled. And left the library. "Kendrick. It's nice to see you're doing well." Healy said, I nodded wanting to leave already.

"I want my job assignment." I said. He sighed putting on his glasses, "Listen Kendrick, I don't do this normally, but since no section in this place needs any more inmates, I'm giving you the chance to choose. Would you like work in electrical or the kitchen?"

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