Breaunna
I was in jail. For the first time in my whole life I was in jail, I was crying and I felt so stupid. That old ass lady made me get out of my character. I was so embarrassed and I just know everything is going to get to the internet.
"Breaunna Womack?"
I lift my head up from the bed. "Yeah?" I whispered.
"You have a visitor."
"Already?" I was confused, who could visit me and I haven't even been here for two days.
"Breaunna?"
I looked and saw Chelsea, she had a bookbag on and dry mascara on her face. Probably from crying.
"Chelsea I'm sorry." I sighed.
"It's fine." She said quickly. "I know how you are when it comes to threats, talkabouts, and all of that." She said.
I stood up from the bed and opened my cell for her, we both sat on the floor and talked for a moment. 10 mi
