WENTWORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTRE – CELL BLOCK C – 6:15 AMThe prison lights snapped on without warning, bright and cruel.“MOVE YOUR ASSES! BREAKFAST IN TWENTY!”A metal baton slammed hard against the bars, making the whole cell shake.Amelia jerked awake in panic, her heart pounding. She sat up fast on the thin, lumpy mattress. Her back hurt. Her neck felt stiff. She had barely slept because two women in the next cell spent half the night screaming and fighting.The orange prison jumpsuit felt rough and itchy against her skin. The smell in the air was awful sweat, bleach, dirty water, and old food.Across from her, Mouse was already awake, sitting on her bunk and shaking nervously like she always did.“I hate mornings here,” Mouse muttered, hugging her knees. “Somebody got stabbed over oatmeal last week. Just for taking an extra packet of sugar.”Big Mama climbed down slowly from the top bunk and cracked her neck loudly. She was a tall, muscular woman with tattoos covering her arms
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