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Story 3 Chapter 1: Christmas Sadness
December 18, 2014
I apologize for the long descriptions in this story and its chapters. Here you are going to learn about daily life in prison, me and my friends, our suffering⊠our lost lives.
âSeasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain,â my alarm went off at 6 AM on the dot to the sound of the song.
I was honestly at that point where I was considering⊠that. I hated my life, and I went to my bathroom, used the toilet, and splashed water on my face to wake myself up while waiting for it to heat up. I then washed my face in the lukewarm, at best, water to get any grease off it. I went to my room and did some stretches to limber up before I stood up straight and tall and decided I was going to enjoy a rare day off; school was done for a few weeks, and it was my day off from work.
Breakfast wasnât so great, really. A plain bowl of cereal; milk was a luxury. I only got cereals that were on BOGO that day; a fried egg sometimes accompanied that. I crammed myself at the chair between the table and the sofa and checked my phone. Was I really missing out on things if I⊠rubbish thoughts. I had a little Charlie Brown Christmas tree on the floor by the bathroom door because I wanted the holiday cheer more than a new outfit; was it worth it? Christmas in juvie was better than this; I should know since I spent two Christmases there.
After a brief period to digest, I began my morning exercise while still in my pajamas, which were just my summer wear of blue spandex running shorts with white trimming and a white sports bra. Out the door I went for a 15 minute run before I came back into my home and began my shadow boxing routine. Every morning went like this unless I had early class or work. I had no equipment for strength training, so I used cinder blocks and furniture in any way I could to at least keep my strength from faltering. I was the only girl in Best Buy who didnât need assistance to lift anything, and I was keeping it that way.
Then I took a nasty showerâthe water was also lukewarmâand put on my clothes for the day: orange sweatpants, a blue sweatshirt, and an orange bandana headband. I only had 3 of each piece of clothing to go through: blue, orange, and white. I had bought myself the orange as a treat after my last modeling gig; I needed that money for next semesterâs tuition and books. I clung to my headgear though after spending my first 6 months in juvie banned from having even scrunchies. Today I added my solitary white scrunchie as well.
There are 48 pixels to the foot. Do the math. This place was like 300-something square feet total. After our little afternoon of passion, Michela looked at my mattress and how I jammed it into the one gap and remarked âHome sweet cell, huh?â I was so disturbed by that comment I started crying. I was living in a pod once again, and I was even having quiet time in my cellâŠ
BRRRRRRRRIINGGGGGG! my phone rang.
I stood up at attention and began waiting for a guard to arrive.
BRRRRRRRRIINGGGGGG! it rang again.
I continued my attention before remembering that I was no longer inside.
BRRRRRRRRIINGGGGGG! the phone rang a third time.
I looked at it. It was a couple digits from Michelaâs, so I answered it with confidence.
âHello.â
âIs this Miss Hannah Larsson?â an older sounding Michela answered.
âYes, maâam!â
âHi, this is Michelaâs momâŠâ
Mrs. Palmeri told me of how Michela now slept with the door shut, sometimes took her food to eat at her desk in the bedroom instead of at the kitchen table, sometimes with the door shut, had times of day where she kept a strict silence, and sometimes would be found standing around with her legs spread and her hand clasping her wrist while facing a wall and waiting for an order to do something.
âTell Michela I am going to come pick her up after I have done my laundry.â
âThank you, Hannah. Michela talks so much about you. See you soon.â
I put my laundry in the washer and started crying.
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Interlude 12A: A Day in Prison Part 1
February 20, 2013
Ding! Ding! Ding! the bell rings repeatedly for one minute every morning at 6 AM on the dot, and the fluorescent lights automatically turn on.
âGood morning!â Michela sprang off the bunk as she woke up just before the bell.
âI want to sleep,â I groaned.
âWell, excuse me,â she dropped her pants to pee on our toilet that was against the same wall as the door.
âHow can you be so happy?â I asked as I stretched to unstiffen myself.
âIâm alive at least. I could be getting tied up and r-ped by my dad instead,â she flushed the pot.
âLet me have a turn,â I growled and sat down to do my own.
Michela turned on the sink and splashed some cold water on her face, and I then washed my hands and did the same while waiting for it to heat up. Despite 128 girls doing this at once, we did have nice hot water with which to wash up. Then Michela every single day led me in doing my stretches until the familiar voice came over the audio system that listened to us⊠and spoke to us too.
Prisoners F-0-9 and F-1-0 please step away from the door, they even talked in f-cking âCourier New.â
âCouldnât they at least call us âLarssonâ and âPalmeriâ?â I asked rhetorically.
âShut up,â Michela smiled at me knowing it was 6:15 AM.
The sound of a key rattling followed, and through the slot came first one tray and then the other. We took our breakfast trays which were, frankly, the best breakfasts I had outside my grandmaâs house. Two small pancakes, a sausage link, some eggs, and breakfast potatoes⊠even a pod of syrup! Plastic utensils ensured we didnât stab each other to death. We pulled and locked our folding chairs and table from the wall so that we could sit and eat. We get 45 minutes to eat, but of course Michela and I are done long before that.
At 7:00 AM⊠quiet time⊠we stay locked in our cell on school days despite the schedule using the word âpodâ in that column, and weâre not allowed to talk to each other. That got counted as a form of âtalking in lineâ since that got us docked 2 points. Instead, I studied my school books during this time while the Iâs had their lone hour out of the cell for the morning. You hear the announcements for the others. When the voices ring out about thirty minutes later, itâs 7:30!
Prisoners F-0-9 and F-1-0 please step away from the door.â
Michela and I again face the wall and wait for the unlocking of the door from the electronic desk. The door swings open, and I lead Michela out the door, turn to the right, take 4 steps, turn to the right again, step forward, and face the wall. Our hands are clasped behind our backs, and we stand straight and tall with our legs spread so that our feet are aligned with our shoulders. We remain silent, and soon Michela and I get the order to walk with each of the succeeding cells following behind us. We are allowed to use one hand to grip the rail as we head down the stairs.
Pods F & G are one-sided two stories with stairs because the laundry room and control room would block the sunlight if these were full-sized pods like in A-E and H. Out we go⊠Bridget, Phoebe, Kendra, Brooke, Kylie, Hannah, Michela, Stacy, Janine, Ashley, Mary-Ann, and LaRyssa. The rest stay behind⊠theyâre Iâs.
âGood morning,â the guard says cheerfully as we go by.
âGood morning, Mrs. Copley,â I reply in earnest.
Out we turn right, still straight and tall with our arms clasped behind our backs, filing in behind the IIâs and up from Pod E while Pods G & H file in behind us. Today we go into the indoor gymnasium, and the instructors order us from Pods E & F to file onto the treadmills, which means I go for the one labeled #209. We change up, but we all get a 15 minute window on the treadmill during the day. Itâs 15 minutes of treadmill, of strength training, of rhythm training, and of something fun. Strength is always a weight machine; rhythm is shadow boxing for today; and fun is basketball. We rotate players on clocks so that no one gets left out, and the gym is big enough to have two courts and all the rest that happens. When the gameâs done, we are expected to congratulate each other on a job well done even when one team f-cks the other.
âOne two one two,â the guards try to keep the slow ones from lagging.
We file back into line now that weâre sweaty and go back in order, still straight and tall and still with one hand clasping the other wrist behind our backs. On the way back, H peels off first, then G, and then us. The pod door unlocks, and we enter an empty room as the Iâs are now in their cells until their afternoon rec hour. I lead the train of inmates 9 to 16 up the stairs. Eight stalls are along the north wall with a small bottle of shampoo, soap, cream, and razors. Along the opposite wall are hooks and shelves for our clothes. I take off my shoes, my jumpsuit, my panties, and my bra, and I am facing 6 other buck naked teenage girls. How has my life come to this?
After weâve had our showers, the jumpsuits go back on along with our shoes, and the same group of us is marched out to school.
My washer and dryer were behind the refrigerator and in my bedroom. So screwy. Just as I was putting the sheets in the dryer, I noticed a glowing light on my cell phone where it sat in the dark corner on the table. I never got texts; all my friends use apps. Rushing over to it in strange excitement, I saw that the text was from Steve.
âAre you and/or Michela available for a shoot on short notice? My scheduled one canceled.â
âI sure am; will check with her.â
Just then, my phone started chirping with a phone call from yet another number I did not recognize. I took the phone and my things and answered the call with a fearful âHelloâ because the last phone call I made to an unknown number ended in me getting busted for felony drug possession. I wasnât going inside again!
âHannah Larsson?â a calm voice asked me on the other end.
âWho is this?â I seemed to recognize it.
âItâs⊠me⊠Kendra, Kendra Kristensen.â
âHey, Kenny! Wassup?â I responded cheerfully.
âIâm in sin right now, and I asked around and was told you were the Pod F queen of finding quick, legal dough. Ever since I got out, Iâve been living poor and at home.â
Kendra had been one of my customers, if you will, and it was through her phone getting tagged by her parents that I had been caught. She was the only other person I really knew in there from out here, and I could hear that jonesing shake in her voice. Someone had told her the truth, though; I was good at getting legal dough and getting troubled friends out of trounle. I had gotten our podmate Stacy to go into rehab after our little disaster with Greg, and she was doing much better.
I had just gotten an affirmation from Michela, and I told her that a third was going to join us on this expedition while I was stopped at a red light. Kendra came from a more strained family as one of 4 children and the middle girl. She strove to get noticed by trying to do well in school and excelling at sports and, when it all failed, she waved the white flag and turned to me for supplies instead of her other relations for support. Apparently, Kendra squealed as she had been caught when she was going to provide supplies to her own ring, and the money had been stolen from her parents. She went inside one week before I did and exited 6 months earlier in exchange for squealing. An exemption was made for her to stay in juvie even though she graduated high school that spring and was 18. How could I say no when it was my fault that she was in this spot anyway? I had no clue just how bad it was for her.
âHey, Larsson,â Kendra sits in the passenger seat.
âI'm headed up to Elko. Is that cool?â I ask her, âWe have to grab Michela.â
âDid Palmeri and you resume rubbing?â
âYeah. Why?â I get defensive.
âJust checking. I'm not into girls. Glad someone's happy.â
âI'm sorry I got you into so much trouble.â
I was far from the ring leader, but I was the one who was Gregâs girlfriend. I often stowed things on me and made the transactions on his behalf with those in Mudville High. I even had a burner phone I used just for the business side and dealt with all of the customers in code. I knew all the terms and not to touch any h, horse, or brown, but I transported enough weed, blow, and meth. I was just lucky that I only had weed when I got flipped. I felt bad for doing it, but I wanted my own weed which I got for free as Gregâs girl, and I liked how his d-ck felt inside me.
I don't know which was harder⊠Walking up to a 3000 square foot, fully paid home and realizing it was Michelaâs family's home, or walking into the house and seeing her staring at the wall in that chilling position. Only now did I realize that I was wearing orange, and she was dressed similarly. She had an orange knee skirt, a black t-shirt, and an orange bandana headband like me. Orange, orange, orange! I still strangely comfort myself, to this day, by wearing orange or, like the later jumpsuits, lavender and black!
âMichela? Michela, it's me, Hannah,â I know not to touch her and stand at similar attention.
âYou back from doing the whites?â she asks me blankly.
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Interlude 12B: A Day in Prison Part 2
February 20, 2013
Number 13 is unlucky. Time to look at the layout of the prison. See the orange doors like going from the pod to the hall and going to the cells and going down the pink to the arrow marked âthe worldâ? Those doors had electronic locks. In the pod, they were controlled by the orange box that marks the guard station. When we are told to stand back from the door, they are using the computer to control the door lock. The ones in and out of the pod were big, heavy sliding doors; we called them âIncredible Sliding Securidoors.â All locks were also run from the control room. Most white doors stayed open during times we would be needing to pass through them.
Out we marched, in typical fashion, but now with our school books, to the left and toward the white door for our morning classes. We had the usual courses: science, history, math, English, and an elective. The elective I chose was a computer course. Science and math were definitely my favorites because those required smaller groups and used Classrooms 1 and 2, whereas we basically did silent busywork for the other two and thus used the auditorium. Teachers were there more to help us if the guided lesson didn't make sense and to assign and grade quizzes and tests as needed.
We scattered by grade for different parts of the day, as possible. Most of us were in high school with accommodations made as needed in the rare case of someone not in high school. Thus, the system worked well for us! Ms. Schumaker made sure we all knew that we were just as special as high schoolers on the outside, and never once did I feel patronized or ashamed in her class.
Classrooms 1 and 2 were special. In the cell, we had the described cramped folding table and chairs. In the pod, we had rigid setups with the chairs attached to the table via a metal framework with all bolted to the floor (the yellow you see in the pod is the four chairs around a round table). In the auditorium, we had rigid chairs with a folding desk arm. In Classrooms 1 and 2, we had rolling chairs! We had so much fun with those in the few moments between taking our seats and class beginning, and the teachers, especially Ms. Schumaker, allowed us this because it was a rare chance for us to feel like kids again. 8:45 AM is my history in Classroom 2, and at 9:20 AM is my chemistry class in Classroom 1.
After two classes, at 10 AM, we are marched back to our pods for a brief rest, a snack, and to exchange books for our other classes. The snack is a crappy packaged snack cake like those sh-tzo Hostess ones. Then, at 10:15 AM, we march to Classroom 1 with my groupâs English, which takes the entire period. Classes are nice in that we are free to sit anywhere, unlike gym class where I have to use machine {even number}-09. I can forget that I am in juvie until I look up and see all the identical outfits everywhere.
At 11:30, we have a âbreakâ in the pod. It's a break because we are allowed to talk as opposed to quiet time, but us IIâs and up are expected to work on homework. I do that with Phoebe, Michela, and Stacy most of the time, and Kendra and Mary-Ann, who were graduated and nearing the end of their sentences anyway, would help. The four of us were all in that hybrid 11th-12th grade phase because even summer weekdays are school days in juvie. You just keep progressing until you take the GED exam.
Lunch is the first meal for which we leave the pod⊠if you're a II and up. We all file out regardless, though, and head down to the dining hall in the same kind of march. At the door, we scan our badges; if it's green, we can sit in there and eat our lunch but otherwise have to wait in the hallway and then file in afterwards and file back to the pod with our trays. Like school, we can sit anywhere we want. We are expected to keep any conversation at a low volume, but laughter and such inevitably happens. On a cold day, a bowl of chicken soup hits the spot as does cheap garlic toast. I couldn't complain as my parents never put half the effort into meals at home. In fact, I was wishing for seconds after this meal, but I had to wait.
At 12:30 PM, it's back to the pod because why not? It's a prison, so you should have minimum free time, little to no time to talk, and little to no time outside your cell, am I right? We are free to take showers during this break, if we wish, and today I had put in a razor request to shave my armpits and legs. I turn the water to as hot as I can tolerate because my sensitive skin will cut otherwise. I finish my homework for the earlier classes already as well and am more than ready for the school march.
1:30 PM is some bullsh-t class on sociology and psychology designed to remind us we are inmates who somehow failed or were failed; this is in the auditorium as itâs mostly workbook style and can have two or more grades mixed together. I hate the material, but I strive for Aâs and succeed. At 2:10 PM, I head to the computer lab for my programming class. It is amazing how they have all the materials available for research papers and computer programming and such all on a system disconnected from the internet. Whoever did this was really dedicated to his job. At 2:45 PM, it's back to the auditorium for my math class which is also workbook. Again, I do my best but am not crazy about it.
Then the 3:30 bell rings. At this time, I take a detour. While the rest of the pod goes back to, well, the pod, I don't. I accompany a guard to my volunteer duty of folding white towels, washcloths, panties, and sports bras that were used in showers during the morning and pre-lunch breaks.
âI didn't do whites; I have so little clothing I do it all at once.â
âYour jumpsuit is the wrong color. They'll take 2 off your score for that.â
âSnap out of it!â I snap myself.
âGotcha,â Michela grins, âI snapped out of it as soon as you said they weren't whites.â
âHow dare you!â I see a vacant smile; inside she's crying, âLet's go.â
âAll right. See ya, Mom! Be back before dinner.â
That was so disturbing to my peace I shuddered. What a cruel prank to play on me, but⊠she never played pranks in juvie. Was she showing the first sign of life? We held hands as we walked to my car, and I gave her a kiss on the cheek before opening the door for her and then got into the car.
âI gotta stay in-county, FYI. Probation,â Kendra said regretfully.
âYou're still on probation even with a six month stay?â I was confused.
âYou weren't bagged while holding enough snow for four to have a real party.â
âI tried that sh-t. I don't get why anyone does it. So⊠whatâd you get for me?â
âI was gonna get 5 years in Shakopee min. I got 6 months in juvie and 18 house arrest for you and that girl in Pod B, Wendy Martin. I only turned rat when they promised to send you to juvie if you pleaded guilty.â
âThatâs why you were at my hearing. What you did saved me from myself. Thank you.â
âI didn't f-cking do it for you! I did it for me, and now I have a f-cking ankle monitor and a f-cking probation officer and a f-cking tapped phone and a ma who b-tches me out every day cuz no one will hire me and CC won't take me and even my little sis is being an absolute c-nt that won't let me live it down. Oh, I get tons of f-cking attention now I don't want none of it! Iâm sorry. You have proven to be a nice girl and all, but Iâm just bitter that I f-cked it all up. We helped each other out, but now I need help.â
âYou two were acquainted before juvie?â Michela didn't realize she wasn't helping.
âGet bent, Palmeri,â Kendra snarled.
I carefully explained to Kendra how I made my money, and she decided that she didn't care any more as long as it was green, because she was now treated like a total reject. By law she had to live at home; her parents would have to accept her income since it was legal for her as a 19 year old to engage in fetish modeling. It was legal, and that was good enough for her. Like me, she wanted her life before drugs, warts and all, back and was struggling to accept it was never coming back.
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Interlude 14: A Day in Prison Part 3
February 20, 2013
By 4:00 PM, I and the other laundry girls are back in our respective pods. It's quiet time, so we're locked in our cell. Iâm not allowed to talk to Michela, and she seems to be taking a nap. I pass the time by reading more of my chemistry book as I strive to finish this class in my first February here.
The 4:30 PM bell rings, which means it's dinner time. Same routine as lunch, but we get 45 minutes to eat, can get more as long as it's available, and get choices instead of a common meal. The remaining 45 minutes are so those inmates who volunteer for kitchen duty can do that; for the rest of us, it's back to the pod for, you guessed it, quiet time where we're locked in the cell! This time it's I waiting on Michela like she waited on me with the laundry. The usual Courier New voice tells me to stay away from the door when she comes back.
6:00 PM is, tonight, visitation hour. The guards come in and announce the names of those with scheduled visitors, and they are brought out for their visit while the rest of us are locked in our cells for the hour. Many of us, including me, cry at this time because we haven't visitors. Michela gets denied visitors because several people want to see her every visitation time; her family misses her.
7:00 PM begins rec time for us IIâs and up. This is the real highlight of the day. Our cells are unlocked and even the pod door is unlocked, and we're allowed to go to the commissary and get board games, supplies to use for personal purposes (like combs that we keep; special toothpastes if we so desire, etc.), a snack if we have the behavior points. What we're allowed to get is more defined on a personal basis.
Grandma gave me a little money after I asked her in my last letter, and Michela and I go down for three things: a deck of Uno cards, a better comb because she broke yet another on her hair, and a snack each because we had the behavior points. In some prisons, money can buys snacks, but here it only gets you extra hygiene products, hair accessories if you're on the permitted list, and hair cuts.
We're allowed to talk and laugh and enjoy being kids for a little while. Reality only sinks in if you look away from the faces and game or when the announcement comes that IIâs have to go back to their cells and get locked in. That's at 8:30 PM. At 9:00 PM, the IIIâs go away, which means Mary-Ann and Phoebe get taken away from our game; Kylie takes one place and Ashley the other. Then at 9:30 PM, we all go back to being locked in our cells. The doors ominously shut, and Michela and I have 30 minutes to, in silence, comb our hair, brush our teeth, wash our faces, study, and do any remaining homework if we didn't do it during rec time. At 10:00 PM, a voice comes over the PA telling us to be quiet, and the lights turn out.
I am sorry this was so long.
âSo, Larsson, Palmeri, still addicted to orange, huh?â Kendraâs voice seems hurt.
âI only spent a little while in it,â I laugh it off, âI liked it before.â
âYou were always a bit of a d-ck, Kendra,â Michela was less amused.
âWe all are; that's why we were in juvie,â her words ring true.
âKenny, I really think the person you need is your cousin Jenny,â I am brutally honest.
âShe's too busy having fun at Minnesota Tech to give two sh-ts about me.â
âI am sure she of all people would still love you just the same.â
âLet's do this. If either of you touches my p-ssy this time, Iâll cut your hair off.â
âBig words from a midget who likes two kinds of blow,â Michela was seething again.
âLook,â I was woefully aware Kendra was just 5â flat, âBe nice, both of you. Don't sweat it, Kenny. Honoring boundaries is vital to surviving in this industry.â
I saw relief show on both girls' faces as we got out of the car. I held Michelaâs hand in my right hand and had my left arm wrapped around Kendraâs body as we walked up to the door of Steveâs home. We were all defeated, but there were multiple rounds in this fight, so we were fighting to win the war still. I confidently knocked on the door and waited. I guess I should tell you that Kendra had shoulder length platinum blonde hair and a stocky build without much muscle.
âYou brought another friend, I see,â Mrs. Moreau was sympathetic to our situation.
âI did. Sorry to keep doing this without asking, maâam,â I shivered with my friends beside me.
âWeâre more than understanding; Kristine came here from a battered womenâs shelter.â
âSee,â I looked at Kendra, âI told you, Kenny. Itâs like a family here.â
âYeah,â I saw hope in her eyes, âYou said it.â
Kendra let go of me in one of her âtough girlâ routines while I cuddled up against Michela, who gave me a kiss on the cheek. I barely noticed Kendra talking to Steve and quickly flying through the paperwork to do the gig. I realized that to have all this the Moreauâs had quite a bit of money that could not have come from running a modeling agency. Michela and I were invited to sit and cuddle on the couch, and we were all given cups of hot chocolate to enjoy. I was so cold that we were given a blanket to warm ourselves some more. I did all that talking while Michela held me tightly in her arms.
âYouâre the world to that girl,â Mrs. Moreau observed.
âWe were cell mates, so itâs a little bit natural,â I defended my vacant girlfriend.
âThat explains it. Youâre so much happier together.â
âOh, for sure. Come on, Michela, letâs go get dressed.â
âOh, all right. Coming, Kendra?â my spaced out lover let go of me.
âJust a moment. Here I come,â Kendra followed us to the basement.
I picked through the clothing pile and selected something really hot, just for Michela, who was going to be tying me up for the first time. The three of us shamelessly stripped, although Kendra kept her bra and panties on. Michela and I even stripped off our (shameful) sports bras. All three of us wore sports bras exclusively, it seemed, and I do to this day. I put on a floral bikini top, some hose, a red garter, and a pair of matching blue heels. I glugged my hot chocolate in one gulp and put the mug down on the nearby counter.
âAre you already done with that?â Mrs. Moreau asked me.
âI guess so. Been so long since I drank anything but water,â I laughed without realizing how disturbing that really was.
âUm⊠when was the last time you had anything but water?â she probed unknowingly.
âProbably before,â I froze a little and grew pale, âLook up Greg Lofton.â
âHannah, what does that mean?â my lover noticed my disturbed spirit.
âLarsson, what did he do to you?â Kendra noticed I was hyperventilating.
âIâm not going there yet. Between him and Mr. Reardon and⊠they just⊠I justâŠâ
Then I blacked out.
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Since Kendra has limits about her clothes staying on, Hannah and Michela are going toâŠ
(A) Spank Kendra
(B) Pull Kendraâs hair
(C) Tickle Kendra