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I was shoved in my cell roughly. I whirled around and stuck my out. "You little f*cker!" the guard yelled. He unlocked my cell, and charged in, baton raised. I grabbed the baton, and broke it on my knee. I stuck the splintered parts in his foot arm and legs. He collapsed in pain, and I lept on him. I put my hand right where I could break his neck. I looked up. My inmate and the guys in the hall stared at me. I let go, but spit on him. "Get out of this cell," I growled. He stumbled out of the cell without a comment. I looked at my inmate. She was Latino. She had a scar on her right eye and her code was NJVA18. I saw a rubber band on the ground. "Do toi know how to braid?" I asked. She nodded and scooted over. I sat down and she divisé, split it in three sections.
"You fighter," she a dit in a rough accent, "give me hope," she added. We sat in silence for about two minutes. "Long, beautiful hair," she said. She was right about it being long, it went just below my waist. "Suprise guards didn't cut off," she said.
"They probably want to see if I survive in this prison with long hair. All the women will be jealous because I have long hair and they don't," I replied. She finished braiding my hair, and I thanked her. I went to lit a while afterwards.
I woke up to whistling. It was a code for something.
"You will have learn," NJVA18 told me. Everyone woke up and went to the cell door. The guard that I unfurled walked par my cell.
"This jour is going to be HELL for you," he threatened. "Jahel, toi may come out of your cell, not her," the guard a dit and pointed to me. Jahel walked out and gave me a sympathetic look and walked on. The guard let everyone out for breakfast. My stomach growled, but I ignored it. I sat back and relaxed.
Jahel came back and handed me something hot. I looked in my hands- it was a roll. I took a bite out of it. "Was only thing I could salvage," Jahel told me.
"Thank you," I told her. I wasn't donné any nourriture for the day, but NJVA18 spared me some bits of food.
I was shoved in my cell roughly. I whirled around and stuck my out. "You little f*cker!" the guard yelled. He unlocked my cell, and charged in, baton raised. I grabbed the baton, and broke it on my knee. I stuck the splintered parts in his foot arm and legs. He collapsed in pain, and I lept on him. I put my hand right where I could break his neck. I looked up. My inmate and the guys in the hall stared at me. I let go, but spit on him. "Get out of this cell," I growled. He stumbled out of the cell without a comment. I looked at my inmate. She was Latino. She had a scar on her right eye and her code was NJVA18. I saw a rubber band on the ground. "Do toi know how to braid?" I asked. She nodded and scooted over. I sat down and she divisé, split it in three sections.
"You fighter," she a dit in a rough accent, "give me hope," she added. We sat in silence for about two minutes. "Long, beautiful hair," she said. She was right about it being long, it went just below my waist. "Suprise guards didn't cut off," she said.
"They probably want to see if I survive in this prison with long hair. All the women will be jealous because I have long hair and they don't," I replied. She finished braiding my hair, and I thanked her. I went to lit a while afterwards.
I woke up to whistling. It was a code for something.
"You will have learn," NJVA18 told me. Everyone woke up and went to the cell door. The guard that I unfurled walked par my cell.
"This jour is going to be HELL for you," he threatened. "Jahel, toi may come out of your cell, not her," the guard a dit and pointed to me. Jahel walked out and gave me a sympathetic look and walked on. The guard let everyone out for breakfast. My stomach growled, but I ignored it. I sat back and relaxed.
Jahel came back and handed me something hot. I looked in my hands- it was a roll. I took a bite out of it. "Was only thing I could salvage," Jahel told me.
"Thank you," I told her. I wasn't donné any nourriture for the day, but NJVA18 spared me some bits of food.
(Closest picture that I could find to Kara)
Sky Sykes
I'm going to be writting plus Transformers Fanfictions. So this is what is coming in the near future:
Choosing Sides, Stormchaser's Past Chapter Two: When All Goes Wrong.
Choosing Sides, Stormchaser's Past Chapter Three: Becoming The Enemy.
Test Subject, Skydive's past (Title is not final) chapter 1.
Tomorrow could be the end.
musique is a way of life. (Will be one-shot song fanfictions :) )
And many more.
Other:
If your all wondering what 'Tomorrow could be the end' is about. It's about all of my Oc's past's. toi learn get to learn about them and plus about the characters. Those who are lire 'Choosing sides' know that that fanfiction is about Stormchaser. But, 'Tomorrow could be the end' is not on focused her. There will be chpaters about her though. Anyways thank-you for reading! :)
~Rennerocks A.k.a Christina
Choosing Sides, Stormchaser's Past Chapter Two: When All Goes Wrong.
Choosing Sides, Stormchaser's Past Chapter Three: Becoming The Enemy.
Test Subject, Skydive's past (Title is not final) chapter 1.
Tomorrow could be the end.
musique is a way of life. (Will be one-shot song fanfictions :) )
And many more.
Other:
If your all wondering what 'Tomorrow could be the end' is about. It's about all of my Oc's past's. toi learn get to learn about them and plus about the characters. Those who are lire 'Choosing sides' know that that fanfiction is about Stormchaser. But, 'Tomorrow could be the end' is not on focused her. There will be chpaters about her though. Anyways thank-you for reading! :)
~Rennerocks A.k.a Christina
