Chapter 2
Cam
February 13, 2008
Deep in the heart of North Branch Correctional Institute, I’m writing to you to see what it do. With dreary smells and dim lights, Lord how in the world did this happen at the peak of my life. I was on the rise, five more months to finishing my senior year, now I’m sitting in a cell for what the Judge says is 15-10. A max of fifteen years for a crime that I didn’t commit, but all they saw was a black kid who’s family struggles to pay the rent. A black kid, slumping in the city’s streets, could not be trusted in their eyes to tell the truth every day of the week. Sondra’s gone, dead on site, so excuse me for saying so, but now, I don’t really care what happens to my life. I was seventeen years old at the time, so they tried me as an adult, now the prison c
