"Hey, Way, wake up."
Frank was gently nudging my shoulder, his face hanging over mine.
"What? What time is it?" I said groggily as I rubbed my eyes.
Frank stood up. "It's quarter past six. You better get up now if you wanna shower and have breakfast. Orientation starts at seven thirty."
Oh. I forgot about the orientation.
I stood up from my bed and stretched. Sleep was fine. I'd been knocked out for a long-ish time. I grabbed my things and decided it would be best to shower before I had my breakfast.
After my cold morning shower, I dropped off my things back in the bunk and headed straight towards the food hall.
I picked up some toast, some fruit, and a bowl of oatmeal and sat right next to Ryan.
"What do they talk about in orientation?" I asked as I scooped up some oatmeal.
"Oh, just basic shit, like what you should and shouldn't do in prison," Brendon said nonchalantly as he bit off a piece of bread.
Ryan smirked. "It's kinda offensive actually. They think we're stupid. As if we think bringing a string of razor blades around is okay. Psh. Bitch asses."
I chewed on my toast thoughtfully. "Wait, people do that?"
"Yeah, Jack Barakat once got sent to solitary for flailing a bar of soap with razor blades in it around. Probably to 'purify' everyone." Brendon laughed and shook his head. "I think he hit someone with it. He's kind of a dumbass."
I pushed my eyebrows together. "Why does he like soap so much?"
"I think he's a special case or something. Like, he thinks eating soap will help him become pure and clean." Brendon scoffed. "Or maybe he's just stoned out of his mind. No idea."
"He thinks he's a child of God and this will help him get to heaven," Ryan said, poking at his fruit. "But we're in prison. Ain't none of us going to heaven."
"Right..." I responded. Barakat was weird. Maybe he just needed some therapy. He's pretty much a walking travesty.
"Inmates, orientation will commence in the chapel in five minutes!" a male guard yelled.
We stood up from our table, and Brendon and Ryan led me to the chapel.
"Want us to stay with you?" Ryan asked as we reached the chapel doors.
"Um... It's up to you guys. I don't mind," I said as I slowly opened the doors.
"We'll come with. It's not like we have anything better to do anyway," Brendon said as he followed me into the dim room.
We sat down near the back and two other guys followed suit. They accidentally left the door open and I guess that pissed Brendon off because he shot them a very dirty look.
"Hey, hey, hey," Brendon snapped, "Haven't you two ever heard of closing the goddamn door? Jesus. There's a door there for a reason. You're letting the fucking cold air out."
Brendon shook his head disappointedly as the two guys pushed each other to close the door. They looked at Brendon, terrified, and briskly walked off to the opposite side of the chapel.
"Tsk. See, it got warmer now." Brendon tutted and crossed his arms.
The chapel filled with people as the minutes ticked by. A few minutes past seven thirty, two guards walked to the front of the room.
