I Took Off My Shirt Essay

2001 Words Nov 6th, 2016 9 Pages
I took off my shirt. I tried to make it out alive without getting caught but I guess I was more stupid than I thought. Only one kilometre away, I saw the red and blue lights of the Miami Police coming closer to me. My heart started racing, my palms became sweaty, and I scratched my head with warm blood. I freaked out. What was prison like? What would they do to me as soon as I got there? Some questions had no answers because all that I focused on was my Nonna’s red and black polka dotted hand-quilted scarf. That scarf was a gift for when I could not sleep at night. Now I would really need this particular scarf in prison because I…had just killed my uncle Todd. It had been 1 month, 3 days, 5 hours, and 23 minutes since prison became the end of my life. I stopped growing on September 17th, 2015 at 10:30 am. My court case had been in progress for 3 hours and I had not eaten for 13 hours. At first, even my own mind was not sure if it hallucinated this whole situation but after this morning, I understood that my orange jumper was the highlight of my time in prison. Prison. It was disgusting. It was utterly impossible to get up from the small, grey-sheeted beds without asking oneself whether or not the outside world was worth its lavish title of “beautiful”. I could not believe that I was in the big house therefore I took it upon myself to have the idea of a correctional facility eradicated from my subconscious. The most important part of my stay in this “disturbing hotel” was…

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