I'm sat in my prison cell.
Dreaming of my pumpkin spice latte.
I could taste it, smell it and feel its warmth on my face! Oh how good it would be to have just a sip! It was right there just in arms reach.
I licked my lips ready to download the entire cup in one.
I opened my eyes.
It wasn't there! I could feel my stomach contract as the withdrawal from my pumpkin latte set in again, the fourth time this day. I cried, the pain of having to go cold turkey from my latte was killing me.
Then I got angry.
How dare they deni me my latte?!
I jumped up from my bed, ran to my door and kicked it open. I surprised myself with my own strength. However looking how run down this place is I'm surprised the roof hasn't fallen in yet.
A guard stood across from me, attempted to stop me, and fell to the floor as I nocked him out with my amazing right hook.
The guards dropped like flies as I stormed through the prison, and made my way out.
"Freedom!" I cried as I ran through the gates and away from that hell hole.
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So I realise it is not that easy to escape from prison but it wouldn't be much of a story if she was stuck there for life...
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