to call all my contacts. The guard watching us never gave a fuck, never said anything if he noticed. Diane’s way had been to involve a guard to bring stuff in, you see. I didn’t like that, neither did the guard to have his source of blow jobs cut off mid flow, but I didn’t give a royal fuck. I told him that if he didn’t go quietly and do his job, I would make Diane squeal and he’d be suddenly finding himself on the wrong side of the bars. I didn’t do business with guards. Not ever. Like I said, they were unpredictable and would always side with their own kind when the shit hit the fan.
And Diane. She was quiet, real quiet. She’d lost it all, but was pretty glad to have not been killed. She, like all the others, feared me. That continued for a while, and I began to get pretty pleased with myself. I had Alicia and Big D by my side pretty much all the time, and the rest of the inmates were pretty much contented with their new ‘leader’. Even the guards began to respect me, and open doors for me when I came by. Fucking hilarious or what? Like I said, I’d rather be a princess in hell, than a pauper in heaven. Then came Marybeth. That was the one thing I remember about my time in prison, the one thing I can’t forget, not ever.
The guards all talked about Marybeth, how she’d been downgraded from high security, how she’d killed a guard by biting into his neck. She was a former athlete, so I heard. Had a mean streak the size of Texas, apparently. Been top dog in every jail she’d been in. And suddenly there was trouble. People were looking at me differently again, like they had when I first arrived here nearly three years ago now. This must’ve been how Diane felt when I’d first arrived. I played with my grown out sexy bobbed hair idly and wondered what to do about the problem.
***
Chapter 6. Groucho and Dreamer
That had been something that had pissed Groucho off. Me playing with my hair. I was twelve at the time, and had given up with school. At first I’d tried a couple of days bunking off, to see if I could get away with it, then like any other kid, give them an inch and they’ll take a mile, and I decided to give up on school altogether. I was basically the same kid I had been when I was six, tall, thin, surly and quiet, my blonde hair was messy and in the same bob I’d had when I was a kid. Only now people seemed to notice me eyes more. Bright green they were. They called me the little cat. I suddenly began thinking of Groucho and Dreamer
***
“Get me some cigarettes, will you?”, asked Bernice.
“Child slavery” the 12 year old shouted back.
“Maybe I better take you to school in the car then, if you don’t want to do errands huh?” retored Bernice
“Fine” give me the money then” shouted back Lol from the hallway
“Here”, said the black woman, waddling in from the kitchen, “five dollars. Bring me change”
“Fine”, said the little blonde haired girl, stood waiting.
“Well get on then, get out of here, go comb the street like you always do.”
“Well open the cupboard then”, said the girl, exasperated.
The kids had to take their shoes off in the hallway, where they were locked in the cupboard. This prevented them wandering about when they weren’t allowed to be.
“Sorry honey”, said Bernice, “I thought it was unlocked, “I wondered why you were just standing there in your little socks”
“Don’t have a choice”, muttered the girl.
“Ah”, laughed Bernice, ~”just wait till you’re eighteen, then you won’t need to lock your shoes in the cupboard.”
“Yeah”, replied Lol, “cos I’ll be kicked out and have to live on the street”
“Well”, answered Bernice, “You know the answer then. Go get an education,
And Diane. She was quiet, real quiet. She’d lost it all, but was pretty glad to have not been killed. She, like all the others, feared me. That continued for a while, and I began to get pretty pleased with myself. I had Alicia and Big D by my side pretty much all the time, and the rest of the inmates were pretty much contented with their new ‘leader’. Even the guards began to respect me, and open doors for me when I came by. Fucking hilarious or what? Like I said, I’d rather be a princess in hell, than a pauper in heaven. Then came Marybeth. That was the one thing I remember about my time in prison, the one thing I can’t forget, not ever.
The guards all talked about Marybeth, how she’d been downgraded from high security, how she’d killed a guard by biting into his neck. She was a former athlete, so I heard. Had a mean streak the size of Texas, apparently. Been top dog in every jail she’d been in. And suddenly there was trouble. People were looking at me differently again, like they had when I first arrived here nearly three years ago now. This must’ve been how Diane felt when I’d first arrived. I played with my grown out sexy bobbed hair idly and wondered what to do about the problem.
***
Chapter 6. Groucho and Dreamer
That had been something that had pissed Groucho off. Me playing with my hair. I was twelve at the time, and had given up with school. At first I’d tried a couple of days bunking off, to see if I could get away with it, then like any other kid, give them an inch and they’ll take a mile, and I decided to give up on school altogether. I was basically the same kid I had been when I was six, tall, thin, surly and quiet, my blonde hair was messy and in the same bob I’d had when I was a kid. Only now people seemed to notice me eyes more. Bright green they were. They called me the little cat. I suddenly began thinking of Groucho and Dreamer
***
“Get me some cigarettes, will you?”, asked Bernice.
“Child slavery” the 12 year old shouted back.
“Maybe I better take you to school in the car then, if you don’t want to do errands huh?” retored Bernice
“Fine” give me the money then” shouted back Lol from the hallway
“Here”, said the black woman, waddling in from the kitchen, “five dollars. Bring me change”
“Fine”, said the little blonde haired girl, stood waiting.
“Well get on then, get out of here, go comb the street like you always do.”
“Well open the cupboard then”, said the girl, exasperated.
The kids had to take their shoes off in the hallway, where they were locked in the cupboard. This prevented them wandering about when they weren’t allowed to be.
“Sorry honey”, said Bernice, “I thought it was unlocked, “I wondered why you were just standing there in your little socks”
“Don’t have a choice”, muttered the girl.
“Ah”, laughed Bernice, ~”just wait till you’re eighteen, then you won’t need to lock your shoes in the cupboard.”
“Yeah”, replied Lol, “cos I’ll be kicked out and have to live on the street”
“Well”, answered Bernice, “You know the answer then. Go get an education,
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