Jail Break By: Adriee and Miranda Note!!! By me and my friend. So it's gonna be updated weirdly. The first one is written by me. ----- Chapter One Cay-mo I dig my filthy toes through the layers of dust on my cell floor. The heat feels like a curtain this late in July. The time of year when me and Panda move as little as possible. Her name really isn't Panda, but the name is given due to her patchy colored hair. Black and blonde, neat circles dyed all over. They call me Cay-Mo. Say I could sneak-out as easily as I snuck in. It's true too, I snuck INTO jail break out who amounted to a friend at the time. When I arrived, Jayden had been moved to a mental aslym halfway across the world. The moment I got in a rail-thin guard with a lisp grabbed my arms. Next thing I knew, I was scrubbed, my punk hair colors gone, curled up in a ball, and wearing all grey clothes. "Panda," I grumble through cracked lips. "What," She mutters, still asleep. That's all she does in summer, sleep. "Nothing," I say and consider sleeping naked. I could always leave my "dorm" as they call it. (Really, it's more of a cell surrounded by other cells and a clearing that passes for a common room in the middle. Oh, and NONE of it's air conditioned, even the guards complain.) But if I were to, there's nothing to do. We have one computer that has dial up Internet that works only on Fridays between five pm and midnight. The rest of the time we can play games at the speed of a snail's pace. Or I can enlist people for a foosball tournament, or make another hackey sack. Truthfully, we rarely do anything but school during the rest of the year. Once a month all fifteen of us get together and tell stories we've all heard twelve times at least. I get up and pull my shoes off, use a ratty hair tie to pull my hair back and manage a cocky saunter into the Meeting Area. Sha is sitting on the couch with a ball of tape in her hands. A huge dark skinned man in a suit stands behind her and to the left. His eyes watch her every movement. Sha is new and no one knows her story, she seems to never talk. The one time I did she started cackling madly and her guard in the business suit dragged her off. I drag my feet, acting cool and uncaring as I plop down next to her.