Yasmine looked out her small bared window. She was not going to lunch today. Actually, she had not eaten in 3 days, and it was starting to show. She just looked down at her notebook. It was on an empty page, a page for her to fill. She considered straying from her usually poetry and writing of her experiments, perhaps publishing them when she escaped. But then she thought, no, I shouldn't. I should continue doing this, not for me. For Jones. She was about to start crying, just at the memory of Chris, but then she heard someone coming and swallowed the tears. They must not see her being weak. The footsteps drew nearer and nearer until, finally, they were inside her cell. She heard the queen b***h's voice.
"I know what you're going through is hard, B-13, but you have to eat sometime."
She slammed her notebook shut.
"I have been kidnapped by the government, taken from my family, my friends, and my home. And what have you done? Taken every ******** order they gave you, you ******** b***h."
She never turned around as she said any of this.
"Who the ******** gave you the right to say you know what I'm going through?"
