”I guess it could have been worse… At least they let me call my sister,” Lorna replies, shrugging her shoulders.

”Good morning everyone,” Yoga Jones greets, having a seat beside Boo. She looks over at the brunette and gives her a friendly smile. ”How’s it going for you here, Morello? Feeling more normal today?”

Lorna chokes on her food, giving an odd glance at the other. ”Normal? How the hell can anyone feel normal in prison? I don’t think I’ll ever feel normal – not in a place like this.” She truthfully states.

”Well, this is a permanent place of residency for us for at least a few years…so we have to kind of go about our lives. Life doesn’t just stop because you’re stuck in prison. None of us want to be here but we can’t change what we did. You’ll start feeling more yourself soon – once they assign you a job, you’ll have something to keep your mind occupied.”

”Hey, Lipstick,” a strong male voice calls out. It startles Lorna as she timidly turns to see who it belongs to. Her heart beats faster when she sees the man – an odd brown hairstyle and seventies-style mustache, he looks to be a sex offender. ”It’s your lucky day – you’re the new transport driver, and we got places to go. So, get a fuckin’ move on and follow me to the van.” He stares her body over, smirking lustfully as he leads her outside to the transport vehicle.

Lorna nervously does as he asks, getting into the driver’s side of the van while he gets in on the other side. She gulps. ”Is this-is this legal for me to-to drive? I’m a prisoner…this doesn’t make sense,” her voice is shaky and small.

”Shut the fuck up and turn the damn thing on. We got shit to do, inmate,” the officer growls, giving a hard glare. ”You little slutty whore, you better just keep your mouth shut and drive. I don’t have time for bullshit today!”

Sitting in the rec-room with a bag of chips and her eyes glued to the television, Nicky jumps a bit when she hears her name called. ”What the hell, Trish? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of not giving a fuck at the moment.” She groans heavily, glaring at the blonde. Any time she tries to relax in prison, someone must come agitate her. For one day, she just wanted to have an afternoon of peace.