It's a quarter minute past nine and all Stephanie could think about is how she's going to steal the key of the head guard. It was literally an impossible task. But if she doesn't, she'll face the consequence and she wasn't sure of she was ready for that.
Laying in her bed and twirling a pen in her hand, she stared at the ceiling, wondering what crazy luck she had for her to get into such a situation. Every few minutes, she'd check the time to see that the event drew nearer and nearer.
"I don't even have a plan. How do I go about it?" She muttered with a sigh. She rolled onto her side to see the prisoner who told her what to do earlier. The woman was seated in a meditation pose, her eyes sealed shut. Her other cell partner was busy throwing a catching a ping pong ball. Stephanie wondered of she was truly meditating or had fallen asleep.
