"If I can't write to my son you're not writing your sister" deputy Carter snapped.
I was silent the entire ride back to the local police station. When we arrived they gave me some very clear instructions along with even more clear rules.
Rules
- Do as you are told.
-Keep quiet.
- Try anything and we will not hesitate to taser you.
Instructions
- Change into your jumpsuit.
- Get your mug shot, an officer will come to escort you.
- Hand in all personal belongings.
- Go back to the holding cell and do not move.
In my holding cell my prison wear was already laid out for me on the bench. It consisted of a grey jumpsuit and some very worn out old leather shoes. They already put my name on my jumpsuit 'Brookes' my last name. In case you didn't know my name is Thomas Brookes I used to live in a small house in woods burrow but am now a second degree murderer heading to the state prison.
I heard footsteps down the hall and quickly changed into the grey jumpsuit. I was not in the mood to be tasered.
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Journal from jail
RandomThomas Brooke has been caught red handed in a crime and is punished to a life sentence in jail. Thomas keeps a journal through his years behind bars. Including things such as what it's like inside while his family and friends move on without him.
