I never thought I'd actually go to jail. I guess being an immigrant in this hell-like country isn't sunshine and rainbows...at all.

Half of the prisoners, who were my age, I knew. Some were from my high school and some used to live near my street. Then I saw a hopeless looking girl at the cafeteria table...fresh meat I can use.

I went up beside her and tugged the sleeve of her blouse before she looked up at me. "Want to be my prison-girlfriend?"