First Hour

They were incorporating adjective clauses into a paragraph when he wrote, “When I was in the 10th grade I fell in love with a stripper.” I don’t care if he was just trying to be funny or for real, the sentence took me by such surprise my Creative Writing class looked at me curiously as I let out an uncontrollable snicker. No, I had to explain, I was not laughing at their conversation on drug experiences on the street; you may continue. Just another first hour in prison.

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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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