I then collapsed on my hands and knees, ready to be shreked however it did attract a lot of unwanted partners. I knew what was going on, thus I dropped the soap, on purpose. As I began to cleanse myself, I had the sudden feeling that all the inmates that were showering are all farquaads, as soon I inhaled an aroma of onions. I was very uncomfortable, but I had no choice, if I wanted to get out of here, I need to do whatever I can to survive, that includes doing as the police say when its appropriate. October 16 th, 5 weeks have passed since my sentence, and it was 7 o'clock in the morning, shower time. It was only a matter of time till I'm out of here.
The very thought of watching his movies, seeing and holding his merchandise again brought me comfort and hope, once I get my freedom back. The one thing that kept me going in this pit was Shrek. I never felt so alone in my life since I was in the orphanage. I had no one to trust, share secrets with, lean to, or anything. My time behind bars wasn't easy though, you know since I was in JAIL. Despite lacking specific evidence that I was the one who single handily killed three people effortlessly, I was sent to a juvenile detention center for the time being, until more evidence arrives to the case, if not enough evidence arrives to the case, I can get out Scott free.
I tried to tell them what really happened, but the judge wouldn't listen and thought I was crazy. I was still thirteen years old, I was sent to court for the murder of the three dreck students at my high school, after waking up from the intensive care unit.