prison table

Prison tables.

One day I was being patient like always for some prisoners to smash each other on me cause well that my everyday workout. I my eyes stumble across the room and I see know one come out of their cell but I do hear alarms.

As I wait and wait for a long period of time know comes. So my smile just falls into a frown. Their a people arresting my best mate samuel. The time finally comes and when it comes I was waiting. They all ran for lunch, I was a full table lot’s of multicultural prisoners. Their was one guy that everyone feared he was nicknamed scar because what his crime was all about.

He sat on me it was pretty awkward because know one else would sit on me. After that he claimed me as his territory. He looked like a dog but I couldn’t laugh because I was a table.after that I was shifted to another prison. It was ladies, they all worked out and went to get some food. The prison girls sat all over me and it was comfortable. I was the man at that moment.

The ladies were planning to break out at night time. It wasn’t a good sign but I didn’t even care because once again I was just a table. They started a fight with some other gangs they looked young and these girls were old so I couldn’t watch. I was shifted again but to a one story house I’m pretty sure it was called a retiring home so I myself as a table am finally retiring for the rest of my life.

what I enjoyed: finishing he story on time

what I learned: was my stories are past and present tense