Cell ZJ143

Chapter 1- Not today Satan.

Jasper

I wouldn't give him the satisfaction, I wouldn't let him see the fear in my eyes. I wouldn't let him see the tear escaping down my eye, nope. That's just how stubborn I would be.

Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eye.

We were walking down a hallway that led to the back of the courthouse. The bus was back there and that's where I'd take my drive to hell. Also known as Howard County Penitentiary, I had never been but I had heard that this place was one of the most dangerous with some of the most dangerous prisoners and a even more dangerously high death rate.

I can't die, I mean I'm too young, and too fierce to die with a bunch of prisoners. But time to put my game face on, shut up, and do my time, and maybe, just maybe I'd be able to get out on good behavior.

I was just going to act as if this didn't faze me, as if what he did didn't hurt me to my core. This was, camp, yea that's what it was, it was a little vacation to a camp and I'd try my best to enjoy this adventure.

But one thing was for sure, to make the time go by, I needed drama, call me messy, but seeing other's misfortune was going to have to be my Love and Hip Hop until I got out.

"Jenkins, front and center!" A security guard yells glaring over at me. Jenkins? I don't know why he calling me by my last name but before I could correctly put him in place the little voice in me kicked in.

Don't be petty, don't be petty.

Damn, this was gon be harder then I thought.

"Jenkins!!" He yells making me flinch a little when I hear my name a second time. This nigga really need to stop yelling, he already about to send me into a bad attitude. I walk up to him and cross my arms, glaring up at him.

"Keep yelling nigga, imma throw a breathe mint in that bitch."

Sassily I do my thing before stepping onto the bus, I mean I couldn't resist o just had to. This not throwing shade thing was getting harder then I thought.