A loud buzzing sound echoed down the fluorescent, sterile halls. The iron gate opened up as Melania stepped through, in a single file line with a bunch of other girls. The orange jumpsuits baggy and quite uncomfortable. Chains connected each of the girls by the ankles as they shuffled down the hall to their new cells.
Correctional officers kept communicating through their walkie talkies. Melania couldn’t really pay attention to what they were saying though. It wouldn’t help. Nothing and no one could help her now.
All that was going through her mind was her mother, the absolute look of heartbreak in her eyes when “finding out” her daughter was a junkie. No matter what, the result for her mother would’ve been the same. And to be fair it was easier to believe that the drug addict of the family was the shy disappointment, and not the golden twin.
“Caufield!” The C.O. shouted, shaking Melania out of her self pity. The C.O. handed Melania a rough, grey blanket, a plastic toothbrush, and an extra pair of socks. He bent down and unlocked the chains around her ankles.
The C.O. continued, “You will show up on time for all meals. Lights out is at nine, and we will discuss volunteer work at a later date. Understood?”
Melania nodded shyly. As the C.O. gestured Melania through the last iron barred gate. It was locked behind her. Melania kept her eyes locked on the ground as she stepped into her cell.
“Oh!” An excited voice called out. A sudden rush of movement startled Melania, making her jump back and come face to face with one girl. She was a black girl, a few inches taller than Melania. Her black hair was shaved down to her scalp. And she looked at Melania with a sadistic grin. “I thought white girls didn’t get convicted. Their daddies paid everyone off to look the other way.”
“No way Roxy,” another, softer voice came from Melania’s right side. A medium tone skinned, native girl approached. Her smile mirroring the other girl’s, and her dark brown hair reaching down to her rear. “Look at these holes.” The native girl tugged on Melania’s lips, showing off the hole where her lip piercing was supposed to be. “This white girl is in the middle of her rebellious phase. Daddy ain’t putting up with that.”
Melania tolled her eyes, shoving the two girls away from her slightly. “Actually, my Daddy doesn’t exist. Not in my life anyway. And don’t let the piercings fool you, I’m innocent.”
The two girls exchanged an amused look, then threw their heads back laughing. Melania took that opportunity to put her stuff down on the unoccupied bottom bunk. She went to sit down, but the girl named Roxy dragged her back into the middle of them.
“We’re all innocent honey. That’s why we’re here, the system likes to fuck us until we’re more used than a prostitute at a bachelor party.” Roxy mocked. “Hell, that’s the crime you got framed for, right Dylan?”
The other girl named Dylan nodded. “Damn straight. Hell, Roxy shouldn’t be here at all. Ain’t nothing wrong about hacking into the school system for better grades.”
“We’re all innocent!” The two said in unison, than gave another laugh.
“Okay, that’s enough.” One last, lilted voice came from the shadows. A girl crawled out of the other bottom bunk. She had short black hair, which perfectly framed her sharp features. Her voice had a slight Latin accent to it. The new girl’s tan skin shined under the fluorescent lights. She looked like she just got back from the shower.
The other two girls pulled away, climbing into their respective bunks. The new girl approached and Melania instinctively backed away into the wall. But she didn’t want to step forward despite the cold from the brick wall.
The new girl continued her pursuit until she was right in front of Melania, her arm propped up beside the right side of Melania’s head. The girl leaned in, sniffing slightly and Melania heart raced in fear.
“What’s your name?” The girl asked, with a charming smirk that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“M-Melania. Just call me Mel.” She said, gulping deeply afterwards.
The girl nodded, finally taking a step back. She stuck out the hand that was supporting her against the wall. “The name’s Tiff, and I am very looking forward to getting to know you, corazón.”
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