roger-50360282 @roger-50360282
I wake up to the sound of my cell door slamming shut. I'm already running late for breakfast and I still have a long day of chores ahead of me. My name is Anne, but the guards call me "Cell 3". They say it's because I'm always getting into trouble, but I like to think it's because I'm just too damn pretty to ignore.
I start my morning routine by washing up in the cold water from the sink and brushing my hair until it shines. The other inmates stare at me when I walk out of the bathroom, but they're all just jealous of my looks. I've been here for a few months now, and I've learned how to make myself stand out. My dark hair is always perfectly styled, my makeup is on point, and my clothes are always from the latest fashion trends.
I take a deep breath and head out into the common area where breakfast is being served. The smell of stale bread and soggy eggs fills the air, but I'm not here to complain about the food. I'm just grateful for any meal that's put in front of me. I grab my tray and join the queue, waiting for my turn to collect my portion of gruel. It's not going to be a great day, but it'll do until something better comes along.
