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The dim light flickering from the small overhead bulb cast eerie shadows across my angular face. My dark hair cascaded down my back in two messy buns, framing my petite features and razor-sharp jawline. I was only twenty years old, but my tough exterior masked a deep-seated anger brewing inside me.
I had always been a rebel at heart, often challenging authority and pushing boundaries to test the limits of what society deemed acceptable. But it wasn't until I found myself locked away in this dingy cell that I realized how far I'd gone. The walls seemed to close in around me as memories flooded my mind: nights spent running wild with friends, getting into fights and causing trouble wherever we went.
My eyes flashed with defiance as I gazed down at the worn-out orange pants I wore, the prison issue uniform a harsh reminder of where I currently found myself. The vibrant color was a stark contrast to the dullness that surrounded me, but even it couldn't brighten up this dingy cell. A sly grin spread across my face as I thought about all the ways I'd plan my next escape once I got out of here.
My orange eye shadow sparkled in the dim light like diamonds scattered on a dirty canvas, and I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride knowing that even behind bars, I still managed to stay true to myself. My dark hair fell down around me like a shroud as I settled into my bunk, feeling the cold metal beneath
