Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

Michael

Two months, five days and twenty-three hours since I've been placed here by my daughter. I never thought prison would be this cruel! I'm actually scared! I sat at the lunch table with Ryder. His orange jumpsuit matched mine.

"Hey Ryder how are you holding up man?" I asked.

"I'm flipping out, I'm flipping out man! I can't take it!"

"Ryder, Ryder calm down it'll be okay."

"No it won't! These prisoners kill people like us!" He whispered.

"What are you talking about?" I whispered back.

Suddenly there was a big band and plates hit the floor.

"...... You mean to tell me that you rapped a 7 year old for your own nasty, cruel reasons?" A big man asked another man my size.

"...... Maybe, what's it to ya?"

The big man began to pop his fingers."Do you know what we do with guys like you."

Six other big guys joined him and surrounded the man my size.

"N..Nooo." The gang began to beat the man up until he was unconscious. The next day he was prenounced dead at the hospital.

"Ryder..." I began.

"Yeah?" he said.

"We're screwed!"

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