Mary Sue was gruffly ordered to change out of her orange suit for a clean one and then down to the common room for lunch. As she obeyed the order, this was one of the many times she wondered if this ‘home’ was any better than the one she burned to the ground a year earlier.
She couldn’t remember where Ralph was, she told police that day as her eyes never shifted away from the emmence burning flames. She was amusingly disappointed that it took fifteen minutes to burn down when she read once that the record was only twelve.
But she was satisfied with the outcome, except her new residence the court sytem decided she needed had it’s same qualities. The rules, the lack of trust, all the limitations, these things she had learned to loathe were all around her once again. Mary Sue followed the routines, knew them by heart, and obeyed each one pretending to be the perfect inmate while secretly planning her escape.
The cell doors opened, and the plan began.
Mary Sue smiled today.