The Prank

Introduction

Hi, I'm Camryn, but everyone has always called me Camy! You're probably thinking that this is going to be some dumb love story, but you are so wrong. I'm only telling you this because I'm sitting in a prison cell waiting for my arraignment for a murder i didn't commit. You see, I had a loving boyfriend of 3 years Trevor that I loved so deeply. We had plans of graduating high school, going to college, and then getting married. It sounds so wonderful until I met Hendrix. Hendrix was 18, his family was more on the rich side, and he liked to flaunt his brand new Mustang around school. He was very popular but not in the way you think. See, he was kinda a bad boy with a jock stereotype. He was different, different in the way I can't exactly tell you at this moment, or I'll ruin the story.

Anyways, you may be wondering why I'm sitting in prison, right? I thought so. Honestly, I wish I knew the true reason. I just think no matter of fact, I know i was set up. I love/ love Trevor. I would have never hurt him.

So my arraignment is coming up in a few days, and I was told that there is a possibility of a plea deal for a lesser sentence. I'm not sure if I want to take it since I never murdered my boyfriend to begin with. I guess we will see what my lawyer tells me. I really wanna get out of here. It's so horrible , dirty, and the food sucks unless you can have someone send you money for commissary, then you can get some good stuff or even bath stuff or just anything that you would have in your home normally. I just want to be back in my own bed and hang out with my friends, and go back to being normal or sorta normal again. The only thing that's sort of good is that the women here are pretty much scared of me, not that I want them to be however it is nice to not have to sleep with one eye open or look over my shoulder all the time. I get so lonely that I start to miss my parents, friends, and my dog Snippy.

It's January 10th already, and I've been in here for weeks, and all I want to do it go home. However, I did get a phone call from my sister today, which did help me pass some time. My sisters name is Briauna, but everyone calls her Bri for short. She told me that my parents were coming to see me this weekend. She couldn't because she had to work but she was coming next week. Bri told me that the lawyer told her & my parents that there might be a deal he can make to the judge to get me home and maybe on house arrest. It sounds so much better than here. I told her that I hope i don't have to pleed guilty to the murder charge. she said if you can get home, I'd do it. I told her I would never pleed guilty to murdering Trevor. Once our call was done I went back to my cell and tried to sleep but all I did was toss and turn all night with my mind racing, just thinking of how I was going to prove that Hendrix was the one that murdered Trevor. I kept thinking and thinking, and eventually, I grabbed a notebook and a pen and started writing down ways that maybe I could get him to confess. So I wrote down number 1. see if anyone had a video or pictures of when it happened. number 2. write Hendrix a letter to see if he would respond. number 3. Call him up and try to trick him into confessing because we all know that the calls are recorded and they lawyer could use it as evidence. After I wrote down those, I tried to sleep again, but I kept replaying everything in my head. Eventually, I fell asleep.

The next day was Friday. My parents were coming on Saturday. I'm super excited! I haven't seen them since last week and I miss them. I hope we have a good visit. The last visit was hard because they told me that Trevor's parents brought over some things for me for when I get out. (They know I didn't hurt him) They brought over boxes of all the birthday cards I got him, all of the gifts I bought him, clothes that his mom knew I always would wear over their house and the most important thing his necklace. He never took it off. So it was a very stressful and emotional visit, to say the least. When I do get home it's going to be hard to be in my room with all his things and him not be there. How will I ever be alright again after this?

Today was Saturday and my parents were coming so the guards made me shower, eat and take my medicine. It was about 1:00 pm and they came in and sat at the table and was asking me how I've been. Telling me Snippy keeps looking for me and sleeps in my room on my bed with my hoodie every night. Mom said he's waiting on me to come home. The next thing mom tells me while my dad holds her hand. She looks really upset mostly sad then she slides a little box across the table and opens it. To my suprise it was an engagement ring. I asked her why she had that she grabbed my hand and said Trevor's mom found in his drawer with a letter addressed to me. I started to cry, just straight up sob uncontrollably as I look at this beautiful ring that he bought for me. It hit me that I will never get the change to say "YES" to him and I started to cry more and more. My dad said sweetie everything will be ok we just have to take one day at a time. He said I'll make sure we put this somewhere safe until you're home. After I calmed down the guard told us it was time to go back to my cell. I hugged my parents told them I'd call next time I could. As I sit on my cot my cell mate Nattie asked how things went with the visit. I told her things went fine and explained what happened and why I had been crying. She was sympathetic with me. She told me to keep my head up things will get better with time but it will be hard and difficult at times but it will make me stronger. Then she went on to tell me that if anyone can get Hendrix to confess it's me because I'm good at getting the guards to break and she thinks I can break him too. She's definitely not wrong on that.

A couple days go by my lawyer came and saw me told me he was getting me out that some of the evidence got thrown out because it was insufficient. He said the cops on the crime scene contaminated it so they had to give me bail. I was so excited but I told him I want to get Hendrix to confess regardless of me being able to get out. He agreed with me. He said tomorrow you will go in front of the judge and plea not guilty and they will have your bail set and I'll be there with you and your family. He said I couldn't tell anyone what was happening because the inmates will try to sabotage me getting out.