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I didn’t tell your cousin I was writing to you, but I’m fine with you telling her if you want Anyways, have a good one, Miranda Well, that is not exactly what I was expecting. Someone actually wants to talk to me? To be my penpal? I can't help but wonder what is wrong with this chick, writing to an inmate. She’s probably butt ugly or has no arms. Well, I know she has at least one arm, the letter is handwritten. Over the last nine years, I have had a couple other people write to me, but they were mostly people from churches and they were more interested in talking about their religion than actually getting to know me or letting me get to know them. “What's it say?” Shotgun asks, breaking my

“There was an enclosed letter telling me to write my response and send it to a mailbox which was obviously registered in a fake name, I checked. If I want salvation I only have to send that letter of affirmation.” Penny read the letters again. Should the writer make good his threat her father would end up in prison. She knew the weight of his crimes. She shared his guilt as they were once partners. If he went to jail so would she. “I will do it.” There was silence in the room. “Whatever he wants I will steal them.” “Penny…”

“You don’t have to. You can say no.” “But maybe I should. Maybe someone needs to hear that getting out isn’t the end. That life after can be good.” “Then go. I’ll come with you.” “You don’t have to.” “I want to. We do this together. Remember?” They drove upstate. To the prison. To the place where Penking had spent four years. It looked smaller than he remembered. Sadder. Greyer. They were led to a room. Thirty inmates. All listening. All hoping.

Chapter Eight: The Not Happening List Lyric POV On my way out of Pizza n' Stuff, I turned on my phone so the messages could rush in using the restaurant WiFi. Employees only got to use it during breaks and after hours. I did not expect a lot of people to contact me since my circle was limited to Wren and J, but we don't talk anymore. I wondered how he was doing. J was my pen pal from back when I was living at a group home. We separated, and he gave me an email to contact him. It was his grandmother's, while I used my father's.

They made it out to the section of the building where Adrian and Max had been waiting for them. Adrian gave Riley that look, asking her with his eyes, but she also walked past him in an attempt to catch up with Charles. Ben, who was briskly walking after Charles, turned to Riley as if pleading with his eyes, silently urging her to speak to her father. The Northgate Penitentiary bordered Dowel City and another town. Its tower was on top of a hill, perfectly isolated from the busy city below. Thus, the parking area was quite refreshing and spacious. It was there that Riley finally caught up with her father.

Prisha walked over to her bed and grabbed a large washcloth The toilets in our prison were these sort of weird toilet/sink contraptions. I know, totally gross. But I didn't have a choice. As Prisha walked over and stood next to me, she turned on the water in the sink. She had a cup to fill with water. While she was waiting for the water to warm she asked me, "What exactly happened." And so I was off. I told her about everything that happened. First I told her about Penny, the asshole licking, and the pissing. But then I couldn't stop. I told her everything about the guard on the first day too, all of the gory details. I told it slowly, methodically, trying to get it all out of me.

Chapter 61 Essence’s POV: “OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD friend we going to jail. OH LORDT, WE GOING TO THE BIG HOUSE! THIS ISN'T LIKE OUR SMALL JAILS! IT'S GONNA BE FILLED WITH MURDERERS AND GANGS, OH GOD ARE WE GONNA HAVE TO JOIN A GANG? I DON'T WANNA JOIN A GANG I DON'T WANT A FACE TATTOO! YOU KNOW MY SKIN SENSITIVE! You know we can’t do jail friend. Who we calling this time? OH GOD, my daddy is going to kill me. If we have to wait for him or your momma we going to be in jail for the rest of the weekend friend.” Kiki said, as she began to panic.

I need to understand why she kept this from me for so long. I contact the warden from Mia’s time in prison, hoping she can tell me something. At first, she’s reluctant. She doesn’t want to talk, doesn’t want to get involved. But I push her. I offer money, I offer favors—whatever it takes. Eventually, after a lot of promises, she tells me what I need to hear. “Mia was pregnant during her time in prison,” the warden says “She tried to keep it quiet, but it wasn’t easy. The guards, the other inmates, they knew. It was no secret.”

Due to over-crowding Brent was moved to the nearest federal penitentiary, which happens ot be Sparrow's Nest. He wasn't too keen on gibing up his freedom, but what could he do? As soon as he got off the bus and entered the front gates he knew that he'd be in a fight either on his first day or within his first week. When he finally made it to his cell he was greeted by his cell mate. This guy was at least 7'3", he had very broad shoulders and a glare that could burn a hole through steel.

I sent the text, tucked my phone back into my pocket and went in search of Penelope. Finally! I can have her to myself. I roamed the long, barren corridors of the prison, peering into each cell as I passed, but Penelope was nowhere to be found. I followed her scent, a faint trail of lavender that led me to the prison yard. As I stepped outside, the fresh air filled my lungs, but my relief was short-lived. In the center of the yard, I saw Penelope standing alone, her back to me. She was staring at something in the distance, her shoulders hunched and her head bowed. She looked defeated, her usual strength and resilience nowhere to be found.