My Time at Litchfield

Name: Andi Bragg
Gender: Female
Birthday: February 12, 1986
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Black
Crime: Dealing Illegal Drugs and Importing Illegal Goods
Sentence: 3 year (Possible Early Release)

[Andi POV]

My name is Andi Bragg. I was sentenced to 3 years at Litchfield. May not be the best day. But it could be worst. I was on the bus to get there. And there was a White girl, a Spanish girl, and a Black girl. I sat with a smirk on my face the whole time.

"Inmate wipe that smirk off your face." One of the Correctional Officers Said to me.

"What I can't smile." I said.

"You might want to shut the fuck up if you don't want to go straight to the SHU." He said.

I stayed quiet. I never liked being alone because I never was in my life.

"Hey what's your name. We go by last names." The driver, who was an Inmate, asked.

"Bragg. Andi Bragg." I said.

"The rest of you?" She said.

"Chapman, Piper Chapman." The white girl said.

The other two said there names but I turned and looked at Piper. She looked at me. I smiled and turned back around.

"I'm Lourna Morello. I'm known by Morello." The driver said.

We finally arrived at the prison and as Morello was giving us the tour a Spanish lady came and slapped Daya in the face.

"Damn who was that." I said.

"My mom." She said.

We finished the tour and I was roomed with Chapman. Great. When I saw a lady who had cancer and Nichols.

"Say Chapman and Bragg which way do you swing." Nichols said.

"Left cuz Its not the right one." I say.

"I have a fiancé." Chapman says.

"When they ring that alarm it means they are counting so just stand still and shut up." Nichols says.

The correction officers come and count all of us.

"Can we move now." Chapman said.

Nichols shushes her. The correctional officers come and count again.

"Why the fuck can't they count it right the first time." Nichols said.

"They were assholes so far." I said.

"So what you in for." Nichols said.

"Aren't you not supposed to ask that. I read your not supposed to ask that." Chapman said.

"You studied for prison." Nichols said.

So it was time for dinner. We went to the lunchroom and we sat to eat the food when a Russian Lady with Red hair came up and gave everyone yogurt.

"Thanks Red." Nichols said.

"Thanks because the food here is awful." Chapman said.

"I made that food." Red said.

"Oh I mean its not awful its good." Chapman said.

Red left the table and went back in the kitchen.

"Just don't know when to shut the fuck up huh Chapman." I said.

"Who are you to judge you've been quiet since you got here." She said.

"Well let's just say I know someone here who I'm saving my words for." I said.