After driving almost four hours, Angel and I had finally arrived at the prison. My head jerked forward as she zoomed into the parking space and the car came to an abrupt stop. Her driving reminded me of an amusement park ride called the Mad Mouse I'd ridden while vacationing with some so-called friends for spring break in Myrtle Beach in the early 2000's. My body was shaken, stirred, yanked from left to right and my neck was given a temporary case of whiplash. With Angel driving the way she did it made me wonder how on earth she'd ever gotten a job as a patrol officer. My stomach was in knots, and it felt like I needed to puke. The sad part about it was I didn't know if I felt sick because of Angel's driving or if it was because I was about …show more content…
The way the tables were set up reminded me of the elementary school cafeteria that I used to attend before I came to live with grandma. A few folks that were in the group of people waiting tried to walk off and the guard pointed to a black line that was on the floor. We had to stay behind that line until we got the go-ahead from another guard to find a seat. At this point, I was confused and looked at Angel. “Where will we sit?” I whispered. She didn't say anything, she only pointed toward a tabled near a wall of windows that I'm pretty sure was bulletproofed and unbreakable. I shook my head as an overweight woman started complaining about her feet hurting. I looked down to see her heels hanging off of her sandals and toes jammed together in the front of the pointy shoes. For the first time since granny had passed, I felt like laughing, so I did. The lady with the too small shoes, rolled her eyes at me just as the guard told us that we could find a place to sit. I covered my mouth with my hand and followed Angel to the table she'd been eyeing since we had been standing with the group. I tried to pull the chair back, but I couldn't because they were bolted to the floor. The metal was cold when I sat down, and I wished that I'd worn jeans instead of