Princess Margaret Penitentiary

Princess Margaret Secondary School, that's what the community calls it, but upon arriving here I had an epiphany that it is far from being a secondary school. When I first arrived here in the ninth grade I was given my inmate number 805365 and began my four year minimum sentence. From the outside it looks like a penitentiary building and that is what sets the mood inside. Teachers, strict like prison guards, no personal possessions in the work space. But every guard has different has different rules, Commandant VanCamp in cell 202 has strict rules, nothing on your desk, no hands in your lap, and face forward at ALL times. Failure to do so will result in a treacherous trip to the wardens office. However, Commandant Sutherland on the other hand, has a scoop and swoop where she jumps down and checks in your lap, just to insure that you are not texting in her class. While in Commandant Buckley has a strict late policy, if you are late you might as well be a pirate swabbing the deck, because Buckley will make you clean stuff. If you want to be saved from the four year sentence... Go to Pen High.

Sweet Summer Nectars

Lifting the three ounce dixie cup up to my face, the aroma of a sweet nectar fills my nostrils. The minature cup glowing of the liquid seeping through the translucent cup is like the red sunrise on a cool summer night. The tender coolness radiadating through the waxy paper touches my skin like a breeze coming through the window as I drive by the beach. Finally I take a sip of the lucious fluid, it races around my taste buds awakening my senses. Its taste, exciting, like recieving a new car or television, seeps down my throat, the coolness touching every organ. It cools me down like a dip into the refreshing water. As I swish the nectar in my cup the sound reminds me of a sweet serene song. I take another swig, the sweet sensation taking me over. Making me feel at peace once again.