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This place was the worst. I was surrounded by death—a bunch of hardened, nasty, low-budget girl-beasts who talked about me to my face, accused me of thinking I was hot, and had absolutely no regard for my celebrity status.
    I’d been in this stinking hellhole for three days and only managed to eat half of a taco shell. After that, a posse of manly looking hood rats snatched away my tray of slop, tossed it in the garbage, and demanded to know where my clique, the Pampered Princesses, were now.
    And what did the corrections officers do? They smiled.
    Bastards.
    God, I need a black beauty and a Frappuccino.
    Although I’d bitten my fingernails down to raw bits I nervously tapped my sore fingertips on the sides of the chair, doing my best not to rock back and forth. When that didn’t work I wrapped my arms around my knees but soon found myself swaying from side to side.
    I couldn’t sit still.
    Couldn’t stop sweating.
    I was a mess.
    I closed my eyes and leaned my head back.
    â€œWu-Wu, getyoass outta my seat!” I opened my eyes and there stood a king-size chick who, judging by the short haircut and mustache, must’ve thought she was a boy.
    Dear God . . .
    â€œWu-Wu, I said getyoass up!”
    I shook my head and rolled my eyes. God only knew how much I didn’t want to fight, but I had to, so I said, “I don’t know what show you think I star in, but it ain’t the Punk Wu-Wu show, okay.”
    â€œWhat you say?”
    â€œYou heard me. And the only name I see on this seat is the property of Los Angeles County—”
    WHAP!!!!
    Oh, hell no! This beast reared her hand back and blazed her palm against my cheek. “Now getyoass up!”
    I jumped from my seat ready to rumble when the CO, who I knew had watched this whole scene unfold but didn’t get off her lazy behind, yelled, “Cummings, Johnson, what’s going on over there?”
    I held the side of my face and it took everything in me not to toss it all to the wind and wrestle this big-fat-nasty whore down to the floor. I wanted to take my fist and pound her. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t risk having a fight right before my court hearing and being tossed into isolation. There was no way in hell I could spend another night on the devil’s playground. But... I couldn’t let this sleaze punk me either. Because if I did that and I didn’t get out of here today, I’d pretty much have given the okay for these beasts to do whatever they wanted to do to me . . .
    And that wasn’t an option.
    â€œJohnson!” the lazy CO yelled, at the exact moment I decided to be a murderess. “You’re up. Court’s in conference room two.”
    Whew...
    Johnson eyed me coldly and I returned the stare.
    â€œJohnson!” the CO called again. “Let’s go!”
    â€œTrick,” Johnson spat as she turned on her heels and headed over to the only way out of here, the locked electric door, where the CO cuffed, shackled, and escorted her to the conference room.
    Hatin’ ho.
    I sat back down, somewhat relieved but mostly on edge.
    I need a black beauty...
    No, I don’t!
    Yes, you do!
    Maybe I do...
    I hopped up from the chair and walked over to another lazy CO who sat behind the counter. “How much longer?”
    She never answered my question; instead she said, “Gosityoass down. And don’t get yo’ azz up again unless I tell you, or I will write you up.”
    I returned to the same chair I’d just hopped out of and did everything I could not to bang my head into the concrete wall.
    I looked around the room, and on the other side of the Plexiglas partition were boys making lewd gestures with their faces pressed against the glass, flipping their tongues and grabbing their crotches.
    Twenty minutes later the CO called out, “Cummings!” from behind the desk. “Conference room two.”
    I anxiously stood up, walked over to the locked