We Sit And Convers.
The Three Of Us Squeeze In.
Eating Our Lunches In Our Three By Four Room.
The Only Light From The Windows In Th Doors.
It Elominates Or Faces With And Eerie Expressions.
They Pound On The Door.
We Try To Ignore Their Sad Attempts To Getus Out.
One Of The Girls Starts Crying.
Great.
How Annoying.
We Come Out
Their Jelous And Hurt
I Guess We Wont Be Eating In Our Closet Anymore.
I Miss It.