Not Meant For Prison

He stared unbelievably. Prison wasn't meant for him. It was for people like... those men today. He breathed a low, frustrated sigh. He'd have to keep his wits about him if he wanted to survive past his trial. Trial. Why should he even be on trial? He'd done nothing wrong, except maybe tell a lie or two to the cops. But that was for his own good. It was what his step-father wanted him to do. He hadn't wanted to lie, it pained him, but... either way, the outlook wasn't looking good and he wasn't too excited at the prospect. He could only hope the days went quick.

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