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Alright, here is an excerpt from something I'm writing. Tell me what you think and if you'd read it.? The day started out cloudy and grim as Walter walked with his fellow inmates to cellblock 3A, for the younger “adults” of the prison. Washington D.C. fared well for Walter’s friend, Herby Forestall, a man charged with tax swindle and theft leading him to ten years in prison. Walter was only there for four years of that time and he was on his third year now. “Wally, come ‘ere.” Herby said in his heavy southern drawl. Walter matched strides with him, knowing full well the guards were aware that they were acquaintances. Herby was twenty-one when he came, he’s now twenty-seven but is still anxious for his next four years. He’d come from Texas to join in a huge money theft from Bank of America, that was then… this is now. “You need some grub to fatten you up. Ya’ll skinny ‘uns are gonna die of malnutrition.” Herby said with a laugh. All the boys around them looked glaringly at Herby and tried hard to ignore his snarky comments. Walter had grown to the references to his slenderness; he’d been starving himself the first few months but gladly gave up when Herby gave him some extra oatmeal. He ate right from then on out but couldn’t quite gain back the muscle or bulk that had once been Walter Greene, expert thief and swindler, guilty of over thirty robberies, and accidentally hit a woman with his pickup, killing her. Three parts fool, one part idiot. “Thanks Herbs.” Walter said while fading back into his spot in line. Chucky Hopedale, a known murderer was crossing the hall on Walter’s left when Chuck called out in a singsong voice, “Hey hombre! Whatcha doin’ with Mista Spice? You gonna be rubbed?” He cackled. Many of the inmates thought him loony; Walter knew it was one big act. Supposedly the guards knew too, he’d be in a mental institution already if it were true. “Keep walkin’ fellas. You’ve gotta long day ahead of ya.” A guard called from behind them. The younger boys like Walter raised their eyebrows and awaited what would be their “long day”. 1.Clarabelle Graves & Max Pennington “Omigosh! MAXY! Look! It’s the prom dress that I wanted from the catalogue! Aren’t I lucky?!” Clarabelle screeched as the fingered the black halter top dress. Max Pennington nibbled on a hangnail and swung her feet carelessly off a bench in the middle of Dillard’s. (Why someone put a bench here she had no idea.) “Amazing Clara, go try it on.” Max was in no mood to act all prissy with her best friend. She had a date (Clara that is) to the prom and Max was just dumped by hers for a “more emotional woman” not a “cold hearted fool”. Whatever. “’Kay! Let me know what you think!” Clara said while skipping, yes, skipping to the changing room. Max rolled her eyes. The clerk was obviously impressed with Clara’s enthusiasm for the hideous dress so she followed her back to the dressing rooms and was all cheery and “My name is Becky and I’m happy to help you darling!” Again, Max rolled her eyes. Someone, make that some ones, were walking up and down the main isles of Dillard’s talking in loud scruffy voices behind Max suddenly. She turned to look displeasingly at the crowd but gwaffed instead. The troop was decked out in orange suits from the prison and were fingering the lacy underwear, giggling like middle school boys. They all looked young but choice few were extremely dangerous looking and they seemed to be ignoring the younger inmates. Max breathed deeply, knowing that it was probably a bad idea to be sitting on the bench right in front of boy-cuts and lingerie. Relax you stupid girl, they have guards and they aren’t going to make you model for them. Shut up and wait for Clara to hurry up. The voice in her head commanded. She nodded to herself. “OH MY GOSH!” Some girl screamed from the teen’s department. She craned her neck to get a glimpse of the raving lunatic running towards a guy probably nineteen with black hair and blue eyes. Scrawny thing, he was. He looked startled since he was on another bench (again, she didn’t know why it was there) where he was reading a book of some sort. He mouthed her name as a question, Carrie? And then ran for cover towards Max. “What the crap?” She whispered as he looked pleadingly at her and then sat down next to her quickly. Using her purse and jacket to camouflage himself. It didn’t work. Duh. “Oh, baby! I thought you weren’t in D.C. anymore! Baby?” Carrie, or something looked deviously at the guy and he was grimacing openly. Obviously disgusted. Max looked between the two and wondered what type of fling would have this girl in a knot for an inmate, still. “Carrie.” The guy regarded her in an impish voice. Max nearly choked on her gum when the girl straddled him and playfully nibbled his lips. Ugh, Max was having enough of this. “Get a room, some of us just wanna relax not be supplied with a porn show.” Max glared at them in turn and the guy blushed to his hairline. “Girl, I don’t think you know who you’re talking to.” The girl said defensively. Ah, this was where Max was best. “Actually I think I do. Carrie Hawthorne, class president of Lincoln Heights senior class, gangster’s girlfriend wannabe, getting it on with seven guys at once; it gets around, and apparently not a very good role model for your broadcasting father.” She grinned and crossed her arms as both of them, stared slack-jawed at her. “Wow.” Was all the guy had to say as he hesitantly pushed Carrie off him. “Do I, like, know you? Do you go to my school?” Carrie asked bewildered. “Nope, and I think you might wanna talk with your new boyfriend, you know, Paul? Yeah, he still needs to give me back my Redskins sweatshirt.” Carried gulped at Max’s comment and fled. “Paul?” The guy said. “Ex-boyfriend of two hours. Oh, and your welcome Walter Greene.” Max stood up with a smirk on her face and looked at the other inmates who were gaping at her much like Walter. She walked off towards the dressing rooms in search of Clara still thinking about that hideous halter top dress. Some things you explain too much at once in too much detail-- the exact nature of each crime is just thrown away. Is it important to the story later? If not, leave it out. Do we need to know how many years someone has left to serve? And at 27, Walter is an adult, not a kid. You make him sound like a teen, then tell us he's not. Unless you meant Herby was 27 but if he's been there three years and came in at 21, then the math's wrong somewhere.
Work on your dialect. If you're not sure about how a southern accent sounds, just spell the words normally and note it's a southern accent.
You have an interesting imagination. You need to practice some more and read a lot but if you stick with it you might have a good story.

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