“Lights out!” said the correctional office as he escorted inmates back to their cells. I use to hear people say that the first night in jail was the scariest. I did my best to fight sleep as it was calling my name. As I lay on a cold hard bunk bed, I prayed someone would come and set me free. My mind just wondered about my actions. “Why am I even here?” was the central question that crossed my mind the entire time. I thought to myself over and over again, “People make mistakes every day. Why did I continuously make the same mistake every day?” I knew what the consequences were when I first started selling. I wanted to live an easy and carefree lifestyle but I had to find fast money to contribute my standard of living. I wasn’t hurting anybody; nor was I trying to may it a career. I just sold a substance that was attached to a “Go straight to jail” card.
Hey little brother sorry you can't call. I don't have any money on the phone. I haven't spoken with Mj in a month. I am so heartbroken. Your wife told me the great news and I am so happy for you both. Like I told Lamont I really don't talk to no one in Michigan. Kristy (1-2 times a week) Aretha and Fred (every other 3-4 months) maybe. Mom and Cass never. So that's that. You, Lamont and Mj are my concerns as long as you all let me be in your lives I will be. I love all my family dearly; however, along the way we have lost vital parts of who we are as a family. I think long incarcerations have made some feel that they are not family. Many people have forgotten who they are as simply Africans but on a basic level in this family we have forgotten
Hey how are you doing? My name is Sheterrica Lenard and I've been working since I was 16 years old and I have all the experience that is required for this position. I have 5 years of experience in supervising and coordinating work of other correctional officers, I also can drive passenger vehicles and trucks used to transport inmates to other institutions, courtrooms, hospitals and work sites. I counsel inmates and respond to legitimate questions, concerns, and requests. I have also participate in required job training. After being in school for 8 years, majoring inn this field, I know I meet all required standards for this position. Although not all police departments require their detectives to possess a college degree, the shift toward a
The fireworks had just ended leaving large smoke clouds in the sky, and the large swarms of people made there way to the front gate. Lauren reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone to check the time. She clicked the lock button on the side a few times before realizing I had died. She sighed heavily knowing she had probably missed Camila’s good night text. Something they had done every night around the same time for the last 4 years.
I woke up on the couch, screaming with tears running down my face. I tried to stop yelling, but I couldn’t. If I didn’t stop yelling Sebastian will wake up and then Lin and Vanessa will wake up and be furious with me. Suddenly, I hear footsteps coming from Lin and Vanessa’s room. Oh no, I woke one of them up, I quickly covered my mouth. I must look crazy, a teenage girl sitting on a couch disgustingly sobbing with her hand gripping her hand over her mouth tightly. The person who came out the Lin and V’s room was finally in front and I recognized the person as Vanessa. She sat next to me and swiftly encompassed me into a comforting cuddle position.
I could not believe what I had just said, I said it so hastily that I thought no one had heard me, but the judge clearly heard me say “The defense moves to indict Isabella Moores of first degree murder.” Everybody in the courtroom was speechless, “This so called witness was planning to murder her mother since she ran away from home, all because her mother was constantly abusing her and I have evidence to prove it!”
I couldn’t handle it anymore. I knew that I would regret not taking the blame for Tilde and her dad, but imagine how much trouble I would be in! Forget the idea of going to prison for many years, instead I would be rotting corpse, hung in front of many people! Okay so I don’t know what the punishment for taking all the blame of bringing a bunch of illegal immigrants is, but I’m pretty sure it’s something related to Guantanamo Bay. My family stared at the floor for what felt like forever, and then I simply walked back to my room, letting sleep ease my mind.
As they went in jack had woken up from anesthesia he was in luck because his friends were walking into Target with their Moms.He hollered,waved,and gestured to them but never got their attention.After minutes of thinking he thought that maybe he could call them.As Jack was looking for a phone he found James’s phone but when he was about to pick it up James and Josh had
After we left the jail I went to work. While I was at work Debra kept texting me, because she wanted to talk about things.
In the years that it was open, Alcatraz Federal Penitentiary seemed like a horrid place to live. If I were an inmate sentenced to spend my life at Alcatraz I would try to escape too. I think the three men that attempted to flee in the summer of 1962 were all highly intelligent. They came up with a very intricate, flawless plan, but I believe that the trio’s chances were too small, given their limited resources, to have successfully pulled off the escape. If there was anyway they made it out alive, I think the two skilled swimmers, Clarence and John Anglin could have done it while dropping the weak link, Frank Morris. I think the most accurate information there is about the men’s fate is the picture shown above. Although, the picture that the
I just recently finished my prison sentence and one thing is very clear to me, I will never go back. I got one thing on my mind and that's to go out and make my money but this time the right way. Only problem is no one will hire a felon. I’ve applied to almost every job on the east side of chicago but let's face it, no one wants to hire a 6’5”, 240 lb guy fresh out the yard. I can't blame them I can be a bit intimidating. I started thinking hard about what I'm going to do.Sleeping at the shelter and constantly having to look over my shoulder just won't cut it anymore. Im tempted to call my family for help but I burned that bridge a long time ago and it won't be getting rebuilt any time soon. So I'm walking down the street when I see a help
I still remember like it was a year ago, the first and last time that I was in jail because of him. My uncle Jackson called as usual to tell me that Luke was in Jail for stealing fruits from different baskets of the woman at the central market. I waited till the weekend to go to Chicago to pay his bail because I could not be absent from my job. I was going back to Oakland, one of the many dangerous neighborhoods. Everything had changed and right inside the house, I was hearing gun shots every one hour and a half or two hours, I found myself ben scared like never before. Nothing was the same. Later that evening that I arrived, I asked my uncle to go along with me to show he station where my brother was locked. We drove thirty minutes to get to our destination, I was so angry because my brother was there with his friends but he was the
Naomi Bellacotte had awoken from the nap at the sound of a heavy book falling off of her bed. The ebony haired, green eyed girl was suppose to meet her best friend roughly half an hour ago so when she saw her side table clock it was no wonder the first words out of her mouth were, "Oh shit!" Naomi was going to culinary school and her best friend had no business anywhere near a stove top so she was planning on spending as much time with him as possible. Three weeks today she broke up with her ex, as he had cheated on her and Michael had nailed him good in the face. the very thought made her smile. Thankfully her best friend was only five houses down the block so she slipped on her boots, fixed her grey short layered shirt, and dead pool tank top before heading out the door. Her long ebony locks were pulled back into one tuggable ponytail. Naomi's parents were on a seven day cruise while she opted out to spend more time with her best friend. She offered to cook them dinner and then they were suppose to have a movie night.
The cold steel refreshed my hand as I grasped the handle to enter the phone booth. Inside laid the payphone sitting silent in the claustrophobic room. It had always trapped me when I entered, and created an atmosphere of a jail cell. Luckily, my reason for entering always masked that imaginary environment because it was to connect with others and not to be left alone. Although, on that typical sticky warm Florida afternoon the jail cell surfaced and I felt like there was no escape. I was a prisoner in my own mind; being beaten up by regret and taunted by sorrow. But, as my tears fell and my mind continued to race with grief I grew stronger and my morals shifted molding me along with them. That phone call that day changed my outlook on life
It was a gloomy day in the park I just got out of jail. I had just finished up a lecture at the county prison and the community center. Suddenly a young boy walked up and said hello to me. The young man felt comfortable around the old like he can ask him for advice. So the young man told the old man his predicament. The me and it just happened he went through the same problem i went through. The young man said he was the best friend of an abused wife. It just so happened that was the same thing I did. The young man asked for advice, and the old man said I went through the same thing let me tell you my story. It all started when my best friend stacey was abused by her husband mike. Stacey had always wanted to leave but ike had a tight grip