"I'm fucking finally freeeeee!!!!"
I watch with a dropped jaw as Michael continues screaming and running around the visiting hall. His hands are in the air with joy. His voice echoing through the walls. All eyes are now on him. The guard standing by the door starts storming towards him when he can no longer take the chaos.
"What's wrong with him?" A woman who came to visit her son turns and asks me.
"He just learned about his freedom." I reply, now grinning from ear to ear.
"Wouldn't screaming like that get him into more trouble? His stay could be extended or he could end up in solitary confinement for weeks."
I gasp, not liking what I am hearing. I can't bear the thought of Michael staying longer than I have already mentally calculated.
"Okay! I've had enough of your rubbish!" the guard says while unbuckling the handcuffs on his belt, "I'm taking you to solitary confinement, now!"
