(I had to do this in school, so yeah)

 Tall, grey, dark, and terrifying. As the police car pulled up to the giant prison, I stared at my future. Barbed wires covered the walls, there were security cameras everywhere, and the amount of cops were immense. As the cop opened the gates and drove me in, I realized what this meant. I was being arrested. For crimes I didn't commit. But not only that, I felt something in my gut; something really bad was going to happen.

As the police pushed me into the security building, I looked around. It was crowded with people. "Why are there so many people here?" I asked someone near me. They turned to me and sighed. "The cops have been arresting everyone without second thought. The prison wants an increased population so they can get a better reputation or something. They aren't even making sure if anyone is innocent." I eyed the 'criminals' going through the security checks. "And uniforms?" The other person followed my gaze, examining the security process. "I guess they're too lazy to give us uniforms. They just check our outfits and everything and send us through." I didn't speak after that.

After a lot of waiting, it was finally my turn. No one else came in after me, so I was last in line. I was about to go through security when a cop arrived with a note. After talking a bit, they turned to me. "You." they said gruffly. "We need to save room, so you'll be sharing a cell with someone." They looked at the note. "Unfortunately, our only cells with enough room is cell block S, high security. So you're gonna have to go there." My eyes widened in surprise. "But I haven't done anything -" the cop interrupted me rudely. "Don't care. Now go."

Going through security was a pain. I was pushed and prodded, insulted and ignored by the cops. I begged them to let me keep the helmet that was given to me by my mother, and after a lot of annoyance, they let me keep it. Relief washed over me. ​At least I have something to remember my old life.​ Soon, I was in a line of prisoners that were being separated in blocks and cells. The person in front of me turned around. "So how'd you end up here in hell?" they asked. I sighed, remembering how I was betrayed. "I was mistaken for my twin brother. He framed me, and the cops didn't even investigate the situation." The prisoner nodded. "And which block?" "S." the prisoner's eyes widened in surprise. "But that's -" "I know. They didn't have any other room." "Let me finish. That's the block where they put the ​real​ baddies! The people there are insane! You're so dead!" I didn't have a chance to reply, as I was grabbed and dragged to the block. ​I'm so dead.

As I was pulled away, I processed the situation. I was framed, arrested for a crime I didn't commit, and then thrown into a prison with ​real​ criminals. And now, I was slowly heading towards certain death. I never even got a chance to say goodbye to my family, or to punch my brother in the face. Did he even deserve to by my brother?

Finally, we reached the block. As a large door closed behind me, I looked around. In the cells were several different people that made me shake in fear. Finally, we reached the end of the long, dark hallway. I was thrown into a cell with a person who had robotic body parts and a shredded lab coat. With nothing underneath. It was hard to tell with the light, but I could have sworn he had green skin. But it didn't matter anymore, I was dead for sure. "Doc, this is your cellmate Xisuma. Treat him well." The last phrases were obviously sarcastic, as the cop laughed and walked away, keys jangling. As soon as he left, everyone in the block seemed to turn to me and stare. "Um, hi?" I said meekly. Suddenly I felt a breath on my shoulder. Turning around, I saw my cellmate, ​Doc, was it?​ I jumped back in surprise. I never even heard him move. He smirked, before saying, "Welcome, Xisuma, to cell block S. Also known as your worst nightmares."

(Stop here for cliffhanger)

A year has passed since I first was thrown into that cell. A lot has changed. The first week I spent curled up in a ball in the corner of the cell, sobbing. Doc just stared at me. The next week I sat there silently, while Doc still stared at me. I barely ate. It was until a month had passed that he finally approached me. "What's wrong? Most of us get used to it here in a week." I just stared at him with terrified eyes. He put his hand on my shoulder. "If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already," he said. The next few months we talked, and got to know each other a little more. Doc introduced me to the rest of the block. The pro of this prison was that they didn't care if we talked, so we would share stories and tell jokes. Doc force fed me until I started eating normally again, and we ended up getting really close. It turns out that just because someone is a criminal doesn't mean they aren't a good person inside. I learned that cell block S was the closest block ever in the prison. The other cell blocks never talked to each other, never laughed, never enjoyed what little they had. People told me that I was unlucky. But it turns out, I was the luckiest of them all.

(I was in school. What did you expect other than a happy ending?)

(I could do a second ending where Doc was not as friendly.)

(I could do a part 2 where they break out.)

(I could do another story for ZIT.)