After spending the last week in this small jail, I am more than grateful for its small size. I am not locked in a bigger unit with more aggressive vigilantes, although there have been a number of fights and after the first day I refused to leave my cell for anything other than a shower. I got moved further into the building and I now reside in a hall with seventeen other women or young girls. I was surprised to find that I was not the youngest juvenile in the big house.
Sitting on the top bunk of the two-person cell, I stare at the ceiling. I am a lucky one of the few to have my own quarters, but according to Dave, depending on how my trail goes, I may just have a chance to get out. The last seven days have been gruesome for me. With little to do and no one keeping me company, the events
