I’m katie. I am 19 years old. I was a college student. I was a good student. I got good grades.life was good.
I was shy and qiet. I got asked out by another freshman.of course i said yes. He was smart like me. He was not a showman. He was not full of himself at all. I respected him for that and severl other reason.
Our date was amazing. He saw kind and thoughtfull.the perfect gentlemen. We arranged to have a second date.
What i did not know was that this made another person jelous. Bradford Clifton jenings roberds the third. He liked me. He thought i should be with him. He was anoid at the thought of me being with someone else. Especially a freshman from a less then middle class family.
Instead of trying to win me over,he decided to get revenge. If he could not have me,no one could. He came up with a plan.he decided to frame me for cheeting.
He hacked into my oficial school digital portfolio. He changed my paper. I was always careful to cite my sources and give proper citation when i qoated or made illusion to a saurce. I used the turabien method if citing. He made it look i was attributing qoate to myself. Sence he hacked into my accounts it looked like i was doing it.
Sence colleges were under the department of education, cheating was a federal crime. Due to high profile cheating scandles. It was punishable by jail time.
I went to my room. I saw several fbi agents. “Are you katie burton?”the lead f.b.i. agent asked. “I am.”i said. I was realy concerned. I had no idea what was going on. I knew it was not good.
“Katie Elizabeth burton you are under arest fir violating title five of the fairness and inrregrety act.”he said. My rights were read. I was led to prison.
I was striped out of my green shirt,jeens and underware. I was put in an orange jumpsuit. I was then shakled . i was put in handcufs,belly chain and ankle cufs.
“Where are my shoes? “I asked. “Prisoners are not alowed shoes or sox. You go barefoot all the time.no matter what. ” the gaurd said.
I did not like that at all. What could i do. I was taken my cell witch was cubicle realy. The shakles were removed. I was placed in a chair. I was shakled in the chair for a day.
I was forced to stay in the chair until night. I was then shakled in a bunk in another room.
I was unable to pay bail. I had to await trial in prison. I was barfoot. At my trial i could ware shoes. I did not like it any more. I felt hot. I was excited to take them off.
Then on day i was shakled in a chair. A gaurd came in.she undid my shakles. It was not close to bed time i realy had no idea what was going on.
“You are being released! “She said.”did someone pay my bail?”i asked. “No you misunderstand! The charges were droped. It seamed a jilted lover framed you. He felt bad and confessed “she said.
I was alowed to change. David the freshman i started to date before i ended up in the pocky. Picked me up. I go in. We kissed and huged.
My feet were kiling me. I took off my shoes.much better. I had a feeling i would be going barefoot more often.
So i dont end up barefoot in prison, the idea came from qurhk on tumbler. If you google barefoot in prison tumbler,ther are quite a few tumbler pages involving batefoot girl in prison or slaves.
I have a thing for bategoot girls in prison.it seams other do we wel.