The warden told each dorm that those who signed up would receive a $5 commissary bag with two chilli ramen noodle soups, one iced honey bun, one beef and cheese stick, one package of Little Debbie Nutty Buddy, one Chick-O-Stick candy and one Coke.
I had stayed up all night answering over one hundred questions, but my counselor tossed my hope away along with the paperwork he threw in the trash.
The first night in a jail cell for me felt like a bad dream. I remember waking up to a plastic tray with small portions of food tossed into each slot. But I could not bear to eat it.