100WC – Week #36 – Trinity

 “I told you not to do that!” Mum yelled on the phone.

“I know, I know, but can you please bail me outta jail mum, please.” I said desperately. 

“No, young man, you have gotten yourself into this mess, and you’re gonna get out of it!” Mum says hanging up the phone.

“No, No, No, No, No, please mum, please.” I say crying while squeezing the phone in my hands after the, Beeeeeeeeeeeep….. Sadly, I lay back in my prison bed, regretting what I had done.

*Squeak, squeak, squeak* 

“Hey! Mr. Frizit, wake up here’s some sloppy joe.” A worker says, sliding a plate of sloppy joe underneath the bar’s. The sloppy joe steered into my eyes as it dripped on the plate. Although I was in this jail cell, I still can try to escape. I squeeze through the bars but, OH NO.

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