Coming Back

Whispers in the hallways. Students exchange furtive glances, staff spout off know-it-all remarks in the work room,”They’ll never come back! Not after that.” I know now to shrug it off. They will be back, sooner than we think. Four days to be exact, surprisingly.

You don’t hit another prisoner when he’s cuffed, you just don’t. This fellow, though, broke a lot of their codes, and he had to pay. Because no one could follow through with the hit, they attacked him when he was down, hitting and stomping him while he was shackled. I wouldn’t want to be him.

Everyone agreed these were grounds for removal from the program, but we only locked them up for four days. He alone stayed behind. He is afraid of coming back to the general population, so over the weekend he threatened staff while he had access to a broom handle, a mop handle, board games (which the shift commander explained could be used as armor), and game pieces for projectiles. Essentially he held the remediation pod hostage while a special team discussed strategies to subdue him. Meanwhile, the shift commander, stuck in her command station, taped a sign on her window that read, “I need to pee!” Needless to say, they chose to keep him under close watch a few more days which is what he wants anyway.

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About hey miss

A teacher. A prison guard. I used to think that was like oil and water. Like lightening and metal. Some days it is. Some days it's magic.
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