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We went through security to get inside the prison.  It was like the airports I'd been at on my way to live here for the summer.  Jeffers knew all of the gaurds so he'd say hello to them all as we walked by on our way to his office.

I sat there flipping through channels for what seemed like forever.

"Wanna go walk around with me?" Jeffers asked.

"Yeah," I said, popping off the couch and walking out the door with him.  As we walked through the halls and he checked everything, he explained what everything was .

"That's the cafeteria," he told me.

"Really?" I said excitedly. "I just figured they always ate in their cells or something."

"Some of them do.  It depends on how many strikes they have and what not."

"Can we go in?  Grab some grub," I grinned.  He looked unsure.

"I don't know."

"Please?" I begged.  "You said yourself they're some of the better behaved criminals."

He though it over but then gave in.  "Fine.  But, I still have some work to finish so I'll have some gaurds keep an eye on you." I squealed.  He said some gibberish in his walkie talkie and then unlocked the door to the cafeteria but swiping his card and punching in a couple numbers.  A gaurd was already waiting for me.  The cafeteria was semi loud but the noise wasn't too spectacular.  they all used their "indoor voices".  I'm not sure if the guys didn't seem to notice I was there or if they were just ignoring me but either way I was glad because I just wanted to eat.  I left the gaurds side quickly, hoping he wouldn't follow me to the food line.  I grabbed a tray and stopped as I reached the first server.

The guys that were serving were prisoners and they all rotated.  If they worked one day they didn't have to work the next.

"What is that?" I asked the guy.  He was probably in his early thirties but his shoulder length black hair made him look younger.  He didn't answer me and just looked at me suspiciously along with the other three servers.  "Sounds interesting," I said sarcastically.  "I'll try it."  He slapped some of the gunk onto my tray cautiously.

"Hi, how are you?" I asked the next guy with a smile.  He was older.  He didn't respond either.  "You guys don't talk much do you?"

"Who are you?" one of them asked.  He looked close to my age and he had a mohawk that was flat.  It reminded me of one the characters from the stupid show Jessica used to watch.  It was called Geek or Glee or, well something along those lines.  He was really cute with his badass look but he seemed like he usually kept to himself a bit.  Although I could be wrong.

"I'm Macey," I smiled.  "My brother in-law is the head of this place."

"Jeffrey?" the thiry year old asked.


"What is a pretty girl like you doing here?" he asked.

"I came with Jeffers.  Thought I'd look around."

"Jeffers?" he said with the raise of an eyebrow.

"Am I getting my food or not," I sighed with the practically empty tray in one hand and the other on my hip.  The older guy looked into the bowl of whatever he had and looked back up at me.

"I spit in it."

"Hmm," I said as I thought about the possibilities of me getting a disease from his spit.  I figured it was pretty high but what the hell?  I shrugged.  "Whatever."  I think they all thought I was crazy or something as I held my tray out to him.  He didn't budge.

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