Trapped
Chapter Three
They started to call me that, Scowler, which only made me madder. Eventually I came to my senses and befriended a girl called Jade who had been in prison for a lot longer than I had, I was moved to share a room with her and we have been together ever since.
“Yeah, they’re all like this. You can't do much to it though, there's a big list of rules on your door...” I point to the lists and his eyes grow to the size of oranges. He reads the first couple of rules and exclaims:
“Oh! You better get out; girls aren’t allowed in boys’ rooms!” he turns to face me and I laugh at his nervousness. He blushes and runs a hand through his golden hair.
"It's okay... Once you’ve been here as long as I have you’ll know when to bend a few! The staff don’t really pay much attention here, they only patrol the corridors at night and make sure we turn up at the workrooms.”
That’s another thing here, the workrooms. Every Monday, Wednesday and Friday we work with no pay. There is a choice of work; Textiles, Woodwork, Cooking, Farming and Academic. Textiles is making clothes, bed linen and other materials, repairing them and customizing them. Woodwork is for skilled hands, making and decorating wooden furniture and tools. If you choose Cooking you make meals for the staff and inmates at the prison as well as baking delicacies for the local bakery which we help supply. Farming is not for the faint hearted, long days of hard work, feeding animals, harvesting crops, sewing seeds, ploughing fields, caring for animals, in Farming you have two choices though, either you focus on the animals or the crops. Lastly you could choose Academic where you focus on learning mathematics, literature, sciences and languages, this may seem like the easy option but exams twice a month is in no way fun.
I chose Farming, focusing on the animals because that was what I did at home. We lived on a small farm in the country and it was my job to look after all the livestock. As much as I try not to think about my old life every now and then, maybe as I’m milking the cows, or brushing the ponies I can’t help imagining I’m back with my mother again. But I’m not and I don’t think I ever will be so there’s no use fantasizing.
“Sorry I’m overreacting,” he grimaces and I can’t help but smile again.
“Hey, it’s alright. Do you want me to show you round and tell you which rules are meant to be broken?” I stand up and head for the door, Jamie follows me and we enter the same gloomy corridor we were in before.
sorry (again!) that it's not a very good end to the chapter xxxx
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