• Nancy and Chase looked at me.
    "Oh I'm sorry to have asked that" Nancy looked apologetic. "I guess we will just call your mother when she gets off from work." Nancy looked to her watch. "Well I guess I better get going" She headed for the door and exit out of the room.

    "Well welcome to the life. The life of prison." Chase said as soon as we were alone.
    "What are you talking about? im not going to stay here for that long" I responded
    "Parents can care less about us" Chase went on.
    "What are you talking about? My mom cares for me alot!" I was getting angry at Chase for saying something so mean about my mother.
    "Maybe she cares. But does your father?" she cocked on eye at me. She had hit the spot
    "Well he left me when I was born. He might have had a good reason." I protested. "and what about you and your parents?" I asked trying to turn the tables on her.
    "Like I said my father can care less about me." she walked over to her bed and slumped onto it.
    "My mom was a drug addict, my dad was thrown into jail when I was younger. I have been jumping from one foster parent to another." Chase looked at me. "Yeah as you can see my parents dont care for me. Its the same for every kid in this pot hole. If our parents truly cared for us, wouldn't we be set free?" Chase reached down for her shoes untying it and casting them to the side.

    "Chase exactly what did you do to get your self into this place?" I wondered it if was ok to ask someone in prison this question.
    "I helped out my mom" she responded
    "Doing what?" I asked. Her response didnt answer my question.
    "Selling drugs" she shrugged then lay across the bed.
    "So then were is your mom now?" I asked wondering why would her mom put her daughter through something like this.

    "Shes dead now" Chase said it without any emotion in her voice, but her face was filled with nothing but sadness.