Waiting For The Bus

1. While I wait for the bus, play Angry Birds I must.
2. Take caution of the road, It's called my cautious mode.
3. I look up in the sky, I see birds flying high.
4. Though the bus is very fast, my patience does not last.
5. I talk to Angela, all she hears is my blahs.
6. I sit down on the chairs, can't wait for the flight of stairs.
7. After the Angry Birds, I start playing Tetris.
8. Beating my high scores, that is what I do best.
9. My eyes start to feel sore, I'm trying to ignore.
10. How can this big fast bus, ever make such a fuss?
11. Why can't they see, that I'm already zee.
12. I check the time, for the tenth time.
13. People stop waiting, the can't take the weight.
14. I try counting cars, but there aren't any cars.
15. I look to the side, and I see a red light.
16. The cars were lined up, along with the bus.
17. That's where they've been, they're waiting for the green.
18. I raise out my hand, to signal the man.
19. The one who was driving, the one with the bus key.
20. It finally arrives, and luckily, I survived.

Story (Part 2+3)

As Reed walked into the cold bitterness of the FACILITY's hallway, he thought to himself, "This isn't so bad, although I am felling a little nervous, I think its okay."

However, Reed did not hear the sudden shriek and scream that took place as he walked down the dull hallway. Furthermore, the other inmates, scared half to death, begin to gasp at passing objects and paintings on the walls; they were pictures of tortured people. The two guards led the group of inmates to a shower room on the fifth door on the right, soon they were all naked and being washed down by a powerful hose. They were given two pairs of prison uniform, two pairs of pants and two shirts. After lining up at the courtyard in the cold weather and wet around the body, the warden, an old man dressed very formally with a tie and hair combed down stood on the stage and began to speak.

"You have been sent here for a reason. The reason may or may not affect me, but you have been sent here to endure a punishment and to think about your actions. So here are the rules: There are no rules, I do not care if you change or not, but  no violating a police officer," he bellowed among the yard, " There will be a change of clothes every two days, and three meals will be prepared for you at your usual eating times. Every day you must report to the office and go to your assigned stations to work. Now get out of my sight!"

Reed and the inmates turned around and into the dark, dimmed cell block to register for their assignments. 

Rising Action

Blueprints For the FACILITY

The trip took ten whole days. As they got closer to the FACILITY, the air chilled, and there was a ghastly scent in the air. A few of the inmates were panicking and they had an eerie feeling within them.

"Why is everyone so afraid?" Reed asked to the guard on the shuttle.

"I dun no, I heard that the people in the FACILITY are psychotic, incurable murderers, rapists, and pedophiles. Filth they are, aren’t they?," answered the guard. "You're not one of them are you?"

Reed replies to the guard on the shuttle, and tells him what his atrocious backstabbing brother did to him. He fought against his own brother and he lost, forcing himself to let go of the miserable pain his brother brought upon him.

"I was uh... on late night duty one day and walking home. And when I turned around the street, I saw a couple of guys gang fighting around the corner. I couldn’t stand all the fighting, so then I got in and tried to stop them. It was my weakness seeing people hate each other," explains Reed to the guard, “There was no hope for solving this situation, but I tried anyways. Eventually everyone ganged up on me a broke three of my ribs and two of my fingers. However, I used to be in the Marines, and I was immune to pain. After the gang went away, I stood there beside a dead body that had my fingerprints and DNA on him. The cops soon came to the area, and the cops saw me and the body laying there. The cops brought me to the station and interrogated me. Turns out, the fight was a set up by my brother, I told the cops, but they didn't believe me. My brother wanted me to leave the city because he was a greedy little twerp that didn't need me to interfere with his company. I didn't agree to invest into his plans.

"Wow, I never realized that your brother is such a bad person," replied the guard,” in the news, they say he helped lots of children in Galaphra. “Blake Sully’s his name eh?"

"Yeah," Reed said, “Unfortunately.”

Whoosh! The shuttle passed the FACILITY’s force field, into the dull gates around rows of electric and groups of undaunted guards.

“It doesn’t seem so bad,” laughed Reed as him observed outside the window.

Transfiguration Ground

“We’ll see,” intimidated the guard. Reed gulped.

As the shuttle closed in on the platform of the transfiguration ground, or landing strip, Reed sits down nervously and watches fear devour many and the prisoner’s entire complexion.

“Alright ladies, it’s time to get off,” Shouts a guard. The inmates chattered and shook their cuffs. They lined up in a row and looked around nervously. Flinching at a warm breeze or noticing a guard’s gun. We walked into the FACILITY

Story Exposition

Reed's Trial

The year is 2037, May twenty-third. Reed walks up to the front of the room and stares straight forward with nothing in his mind, nothing to regret, and nothing to hide. He inhales. The judge in front of him recites the charges pressed against him for a crime he did not commit. He was framed, framed by his own rotten-pungent brother whose greed and corruption to his demise. Reed sympathizes, knowing he will not be able to see his first child, his family, and his respectful and loyal pets. He exhales, grasping only the following fragments of his ordeal:

"...According to the verdict presented in this court, Reed Sully, you are hereby sentenced to twenty-five years maximum with the possibility of early parole in the eastern quadrant of our galaxy in the FACILITY. Court is adjourned." Distant chatter amongst the crowd began, the lawyers shouted at each other, the judge banged his mallet on the platform on his desk. However, Reed walks to his family, hugs them, embraced his beautiful wife, and leaves with two armed guards on each side escorting him back to his cell. He was to leave for the FACILITY the next day.

Reed thinks to himself, “I got nothing to worry about, I am the man, and I’ll be back in no time. I just need to behave so that I can leave because I have the possibility of early parole. At least I could go to jail, it could've been worst."

"Here, here's something to read while you are on the trip," says the guard thoughtfully. And he hands him a small book that wrote: Justice and Lawyers, on the cover.

"Thanks."

The next day, Reed wakes up caused by a delicious aroma of sweet blueberry pancakes with honey dipped on top. As fresh as it sounds, along with a cup of milk provided next to the pancakes, he sees his wife standing next to the door of the cell smiling nervously. He rubs his eyes and sits upright to greet her.

"I made this myself," she comforts him.

"Thanks honey."

"Sorry, I might not be able to be at your delivery, but I will always love you."

"I know. Well, bye, hope to see you soon."

The guard outside came in, led Reed's wife outside and shut the door behind him. Reed pulled the cart towards his bed and began to eat. After he ate, he told the guard he was done and the guard came and brought him out. They soon walked to the shuttle that was going to bring him to the FACILITY. Finally, he got onto the shuttle and felt sadness. Sadness that would flow through his veins, penetrate his heart, and causes his spirit to solemnly fade away.