Prisoner

Chapter 4
Jail Time

Chapter Description: Who ever heard of a convict playing tennis?

Seth awoke the next morning with no idea of what time it was and no idea about the events that happened last night. However, he found that he had more energy then usual.

“I must be sleeping better here the I do at home!” he yelled out to no one.

“Attention all guests. We will now be serving breakfast. Please come down in the same fashion you did last night. That is all.” The intercom clicked as it turned off.

The trip down the the cafeteria was a lot less exciting now than it had been last night. Seth sat into the chair, remembering to hold his breath as he was launched off. He ordered blueberry pancakes and orange juice for breakfast. As soon as Seth finished, he quickly looked around the cafeteria to see if he could catch a glance of anyone.

Seth noticed that the cafeteria looked more like a company office then a place to dine. In lieu of yesterday’s school theme, today everyone ate in cubical. But as soon as he was going to comment on this, he was briskly swept away again.

On Seth’s bed when he returned was a small, lumpy package along with two letters. Seth opened the letters first, since you should always get an explanation before a gift. The letter read:

Seth,

As of now your case looks pretty grim. I still believe you didn’t commit that crime, and 18 years is much to harsh for the degree of crime anyway. I will continue to search for clues and hopefully help you out of there.

Your Fiance, Jenna Loyes

Great, Seth though. I’m still stuck here. At least Jenna is trying to help me. Woefully, he picked up the next letter and opened it. Unlike the letter from his future wife, which was hand-written, this one was typed.

Guest Yoles,

Today your scheduled activities are:

Tennis

Bowling

Laser Tag

Your partner will be Lawrence Roodude. After dinner, you have your first visit to the campus doctor. Please report promptly.

Rodger Chilling

Wonderful, I get to play games all day, Seth though sarcastically. However, playing sports did make him feel a little better. Seth was never good at sports, but it would make him feel that he was somewhere else instead of a prison. Seth tore open the package to find a pair of pants and a shirt, fashioned in the sea foam green color that Seth was getting used to with matching white-and-sea foam-green sneakers. Seth changed clothes immediately.

When the transport chair let Seth off at the tennis court, he saw that three other people were already there. Two man, dressed in blue and yellow respectively, were standing on the opposite side of the court.

“Are either of you Lawrence?” Seth yelled across the field.

“Nope,” The man in yellow responded, “That dude next to you must be him,” Seth spun around to see a man with long, shinny brown hair that reached his shoulders with a rough-looking stubble leaning against a wall. Seth recognized him as the man with questions before. This man was clothed in a robin’s egg blue.

“’Bout time you showed up. Lets whip their asses.” he said.

“Um, sure, whatever you say, Lawrence,” Seth said.

“Not Lawrence,” the man said in the same tough-guy monotoned voice, “Call me LJ”.

“What’s the ’J’ stand for.”

“You’re a Jackass for trying to find out,” LJ smiled at him.

The game was pretty one-sided. LJ and Seth couldn’t seem to hit the ball. When tennis was over, Seth and LJ lost 4 to 0. They did no better in bowling. LJ wasn’t even trying and Seth was used to bumpers, so again they lost 104 - 44. In laser tag, they both did better. Seth though it was eerie how good LJ seemed to be with a gun. However, they slim managed to lose 35 - 20, Seth being a gold mine of points. LJ was pissed that Seth was so terrible. They went back to their rooms and the intercom went off again, Seth went to have dinner again, and as he finished his third slice of pizza (they hadn’t given him a choice) he was starting to get into a routine. Just as he braced himself to go up the tube again, but instead the old man appeared on a thin screen in Seth’s cubical that he hadn’t noticed before. The old man appeared on it and spoke.

“Hello, my name is Rodger Chillings. I am the owner of this institute. If you are receiving this message, you are late to your doctor’s appointment. You will now be redirected there. Thank you.” As the screen turned off, he could hear a few people curse, asking how they could have gotten there if they had just finished eating. Seth wondered the same thing as he was swept up into the tube.