CHAPTER 4A
[color=blue]Candy Land[/color]
Sitting in jail for two weeks is like sitting in a barred room with nothing to do.
Oh wait.
So yeah, my father is in Virginia *ahem* and I'm sitting here in a cell waiting for my two weeks to be up already. He-he, that deal was such bull.
Every once in a while, my traitor mind would go back to that stupid kiss, and I would have to figuratively beat the shit out of my brain...oh wait, no I would start beating my palm against my forehead, so it was very literal. There was nothing "figurative" about it.
I probably had a red mark on my forehead. Judging by the puzzled looks the policemen gave me when they walked by, I definitely did.
Wonderful.
I paced my cell, yelled at other inmates to annoy the hell out of them, and sang to them. You might think, well I think that's nice! Well when your voice chooses to change keys every two seconds, it's not very nice. Some inmates actually complained about it to the police, they were too busy laughing their asses off as I sang to do anything.
"twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are...something, something diamond! Something else in the sky, with a twinkle added there or something!"
So I never learned the most popular nersery rhyme in the world. Sue me.
Victor came marching into the hallway and glared at me. I stopped singing and could almost hear everyone sigh in relief.
"You're killing my inmates!"
I laughed, loud. Glen came up to the cell, wiping tears away as he gathered himself from laughing so hard. "Sh-she did that a couple years back, too, when she was in here for DUI. She got bored and sang to the whole place. That's why chief quit, actually." Glen said, thinking back.
I laughed harder, rolling off of the lumpy bed, but catching myself on my hands and the balls of my feet.
"I..I made a...chief of police...quit his job!" I clutched my stomach, almost sobbing I was laughing so hard.
"Get her a deck of cards before she kills the cats that eat the mice out there." Victor pointed to my window, glaring at me.
I cackled, I actually cackled at that. It was so hilarious that I laughed at myself after that. Man, three O clock in the morning is a really bad time to be laughing. I'm so delirious.
Victor left, and I composed myself, gasping for breath as I calmed down. "Whew! That was funny."
I watched as Glen came back with a deck of cards and a bord game, and I took it from him with a grateful smile, still giggling a bit.
The bord game was candy land. Seriously? I can't play with anyone, I'll just cheat with myself. I'll pick a favorite gingerbread man, and then I'll forget who's turn it was, and just assume it was the blue gingerbread man's turn because everyone knows that green sucks.
And that's pretty much how it went.
"Oh! I got two blues on one card! That must mean I can jump...four blue squares up! Haha, green gingerbread dude, you suck!" I yelled at him.
Stupid green gingerbread dude got in front my main man, Blue. His stupid little happy face, all smug and shit. Now Blue can be all smug and shit as he smiles and waves back at Green who is two spaces down from Blue. Take that, bitch!
Okay, so I'm a little mean to Green. And I totally did cheat. But Green is my enemy! Ever since he sided with my evil big brother, and won that day, he's my mortal enemy. Red and yellow aren't even a part of this war.
Come on, get a yellow, get a yellow! Red! Argh!" I angrily put Green three spaces in front of Blue.
"Okay, give me a purple, come on, luck, be on my side!" I yelled.
I picked up a card and looked at it. "Oh my God it's sugarplum land!" I screamed.
I eagerly put Blue way ahead in Sugarplum land and did a little happy dance.
"Take that, Green, you traitorous son of a bitch!" I said.
I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember I was ten spaces from winning. I was lying on my stomach, with the matress on the floor now, inching Blue up to the finish line, not even bothering to give stupid Green a turn.
A loud rattle of the cell doors made me jerk awake. I looked up at Victor with an annoyed expression and a raised eyebrow, my eyes tired. "Can I help you?" I asked.
"I was told you stayed up until four last night yelling something about Green being an evil son of a bitch. I see now what they were talking about." He said, his eyes moving to my cheek.
I felt my cheek, and realized that Green was stuck to it, I took him and threw him across the room. "The traitor was going to kill me in my sleep!" I yelled, suddenly wide awake.
I looked down at Blue, who was now knocked over, just before the finish line. He was a dying gingerbread man, given up on his dreams.
