By Inmate 220418
Sunday – Day 3
I slept even worse that night, I woke up to the sound of a guard coming into the block shining his light, they must have done their rounds that night. Waking up and not knowing what time it was isn’t an easy thing to adapt to, I tried to look out the window to see if I could see any sunlight but at last there was nothing. The bars on the cell cast a nice shadow against the wall, something so photogenic and calming really painted a beautiful picture.
Eventually, the courtesy lights came on and that was the sign that it was morning, I got up as I did the past two days without making my bed. The same guard who did the morning check the past two mornings comes in, “good morning inmate” with a look of disgust, knowing he was a part of the brawl last night, “how did you sleep?” “I slept fine” I replied, “great” drop your sheets on the group, fold your blanket, and be ready for breakfast soon.

I think I’m at the right spot. None of us have ever been here before. The guy that was supposed to drive cancelled three days ago. I volunteered because I get motion sickness in the back seat, but being the young guy I feel I have to take the worst seat. I like the power and control that driving gives me. But it also means when something goes wrong, it’s my fault. One of the two others in the car is telling me to follow the GPS. I’m trying to match the red circle on a screenshot to Google Maps. He tells me to turn right. I don’t. I block out everything he’s saying, trying to focus on what instinctually feels right. I keep driving and then find a parking lot with a dozen cars, and an old white school bus with paint over whatever label it used to have.