8 months later,
"Miranda Ripper!"
The female guard calls loudly.
I rise from my bunk bed and look at her with a sweet smile,
"Yes ma'am."
"You have a visitor!"
"Can i know who that is please?"
She glares at me. "Can you just get off the f*****g bed and get your old ass here!"
I grit my teeth and swallow my anger.
"Yes, ma'am."
I chant a prayer and put The Bible under the pillow.
Yes, I decided to turn on a new leaf to my life.
Ppssshhhttt!!
That sounds ridiculous.
Let's just say, I know what I'm doing.
By pretending to be nice, I might be able to escape the death sentence.
Yes, the stupid court put me on death row.
I'm waiting for execution by electrocution.
They are killing me like I'm some Ted Bundy. But by being nice these last remaining days, my life
