The Jail Trip ,Bonnie

                                                                     THE JAIL TRIP

Here we are, jail, the place I never thought I would go. When we walked off the bus I felt a shiver down my spine, as we entered the building a nice friendly lady welcomed our class, it wasn’t as dark as I thought it would be, we walked through the hall entering where the prisoners go ( not really sure what it’s called) my shoes squeak annoyingly on the floor. I stare at a miserable prisoner, it stared at me from behind the bars (I said <it> because I didn’t know if <it> was a girl or a boy) <it> seemed to have a lonely soul (or a cold soul) wanting to have a friend. I wondered if <it> was actually guilty…