(Unfinished)
Chapter 1
It was a warm summer night, and Maria was thrown in a maximum security prison for robbery. She hadn't stolen the 'Last Supper' Painting, but that's what it's like being a Mexican in a rich white town. Right place wrong time she called it. Maria went through intake and was placed in a cell with her new roomie Rogelia. Rogelia was put in prison for attempted manslaughter...!
"Great," Maria thought
"I'm in prison with a fucking psychopath".
Rogelia is not the prettiest sight to see, she's scary... She has an ugly scarred face, is short and pudgy, around 5'6, and has serious anger problems. Maria is not ugly AT ALL, she is short, quiet, and just drop-dead gorgeous, She has Long black hair down to her ass, slim hazel-brown eyes, puffy cheeks, and, plump lips, she was perfect, to everyone but that stupid white man with his stupid white paintings. The cell door buzzed and a guard showed up.
"Maria?" the female guard called.
Maria stood up "What?" she grouched,
"Okay, first of all, don't give me fucking attitude, you see the difference? I'm out here, You.Are.Not."
the guard said tauntingly
"And you have a visitor"
Maria jumped up "Is it, mi padre!?" she said ignoring the guard's rude comment
"Umm.. no? Unless your father is a white blonde male?" the guard laughed.
"No, that's not my dad"
Maria followed the guard and read the guards tag, '4067'
"Hey, what does that number-'4067' mean?" maria asked
"It's my identification number, now shut up"
They got to the visitation room and Maria sat down. A tall man with dirty blonde hair and green eyes walked in, he looked fairly young, extremely nice, and handsome. If Maria didn't know who he was she would have taken him home, but alas she knew who he was and didn't want to deal with him.
"Hello Maria," he said. She just looked at him blankly. He sighed and started to read off her paperwork. "Maria, twenty-two years of age, unmarried, unemployed, and charged with theft of the last supper painting"
"I didn't steal it, James, so you can take your rich entitled little ass back to where you-" He cut her off "Maria, I don't believe you, so you have two options, plead guilty and have to stay with me, i'll be your jailor, or, Plead innocence and have a 15-year sentence with no chance of parole
" Maria stood up "Id rather fucking die than stay with you!"
He got up and pinned her to the wall. "And frankly I don't care," he grumbled.
She moved away from James and thought about it. She didn't like James, at all, he was annoying, entitled, and a bitch. But then again her cellmate was a psycho and the guard is a dickhead.
"I'll plead guilty.." she grumbled, "On ONE condition, My living habits are better then they would be here." she held out her hand to shake, that's what rich white men do, she thinks. He took her hand and shook it. "You'll be discharged by tomorrow afternoon" he mumbled then left. 4067 came and got Maria. It was bettime and she might as well get sleep, it's her last night here she looked at her cellmate then decided maybe it was her last night alive.
Chapter 2.