May Kennith stood in a line with many of the other troubled prisoners. They where all here for stupid reasons. I didn't pay my taxes, so now I had to say hello to prison. The prison look as if it hadn't been worked in for ages. We'll truthfully we aren't staying here, we are here till we get sold.I slightly jumped as a mouse ran across the ground. I let out a little yelp and instantly got stared down by a officer. I shuddered.
"May Kenneth?" a girl behind me whispers. "is that you?." I sigh "I don't know. Am i?" I really wasn't in the mood to talk. "Its me" She whispers. "Im Marian Neil"
"Who?" I squint. I don't think I know this girl. "You called me Maya" Oh its her. She was the most annoying thing in the sixth grade. Though that was 6 years ago she is still jammed in my tiny brain. This girl is my worst nightmare. No joke. She put yogurt in my bra and brought it to school. Let me tell you, worst year of my life. My ex still made fun of me for it.
"I don't know you" I lie
"Yes you do" She says sternly. "Lady! I said I don't know you so leave me alone!" I snap. The girl looked at me with wide eyes. Horror written in her eyes, clearly.
"I-I'm sorry!" She squeaks.
"Don't talk to me again." I say while I clenched my jaw down.
"Cranky bitch" she mutters. "Be quiet and follow me." One of the officer commands to everyone in the line. We all straighten out and walk ahead. I was thankfully one of the few who got a cell alone, but one of the smallest ones, if I was clusterphobic I think I would have died.
They had the heart to let me sleep for a couple hours until the bars on my cell banged like someone was trying to break in or something.
"Get ready, the examiner is almost ready for you. Hurry up and clean up." I groan at the officers command. I didn't wanna move.
I got to the bathroom and took a cold shower. That's all I could get. I got out and looked at the cracked mirror. I didn't look as different as I thought I would. My hair was slightly longer. It was reaching the top of my butt. It used to be at the middle of my back. My hair had gotten thicker and because I had once dyed my hair, wait no bleached my hair you could see some of the blonde that's left. Other than that. My hair looks like an ever lasting waterfall of brown hair that once was silky and shiny. Now it's rough and at the moment, wet. My face was plain and screamed for makeup, which everyone knew they weren't going to get. I was 18, but I didn't look, nor feel like that. I heard that what up you feel like is how old you are. Um I think not. I'd prefer not to be like 100 years old. I'd die.
I was waiting for my clothes as I looked in the mirror, the door opened and a lady walks in with clothes. Wait where they clothes? They look like undergarments and a coverup you can see threw.
"Put them on and be out in five minutes" she says sternly and turns away and marches out the door. I huff and cross my arms and put these 'clothes' on. I walk out and walk to the woman.
"How's your hair?" She looks it over, twist it, the lets it go. "It's beautiful and it shall stay down how it is. Do you understand me?"
"Yes ma'am" I nod. She waves to a door and I walk into it. It's not even five minutes later that I walk out in the all clear. No sickness, no disease. That was a big surprise to me. Almost everyone here is sick and I've never been one to avoid a illness.
After I got out of their that one lady was waiting. "It's time for judgement, death or life imprisonment." She says. I have to ask it. I know I shouldn't, but I have to. "Do you have kids?" I blurt out.
She looks mildly uncomfortable but she answers. "Yes I do" I can understand that. She's beautiful.
"Well, what if they got in trouble and have to go here? Would you treat them like trash too?"
"Everyone's here for a reason" she says. Walking faster.
"Yeah and that reason is gonna kill us all. Humans are going to become extinct because of you people."
She obviously ignores this. "Why are you pale?" She asks. I groan. I never wanted to be pale. I want to be tan, but being pale really does bring out my deep blue eyes that are sometimes jade. "Because I'm not tan" I say quietly. We stop at the doors, she sends a dirty look at me for the sass I sent her way. What? I didn't like her so why do I care if her feelings are hurt?
I walk in the room and walk hesitantly to the center of the room. There wher three thrones, or really large seats, occupied by your usual men. And there where some people that are less powerful. One guy stood out to me. He had jet black hair and his eyes may as well been black too. He was lean, but not to lean. He was also built, but not that built. He was like perfect. So dreamy. Wait, why the heck was I thinking of this?
There was one guy on the other side of the room the was staring me down. Oh uh, creepy, "who do we have here?" He asks leaning forward. His brown hair got in his eyes that where surprisingly a very beautiful color of brown. Wow, he's full of shit.
"Um hello?" He clears his throat. "You are...?" Oh, I had to answer him, great. "May Kenneth" I say sternly.
"Awesome, you look great my dear" he purrs. "Now, strip" my eyes open so wide. Excuse me?
"I said strip!" He tells. I don't even flinch which seems to make him a thousand times angrier.
"I'm not going to strip," I say. "You'll have to make me. I'd rather die"
He shakes his head and smiles as if he was amused. Or as it happened all the time. He moved quickly and stole my bra from under my coverup.
"Now, would you like to do this the hard or easy way?" He snarls.