"That.Was.AWESOME!" I yelled to James when they put us back into the cell.
"What was it like?" Reagan asked, jumping up on his bunk. He seemed actually intrested, which made me want to tell him.
"Well, it wa dark, so I couldn't see anything, but I could feel for stuff. I felt my nail polish, but that was it, it's not a hallway kind of, a really messy hallway." I told them. James smiled.
"I always wanted to know what it looked like." James mumbled, jumping up into his bunk too. I followed suit.
James suddenly broke out laughing, as did Reagan. "What?" I asked, confused. "I wanna laugh." I added.
"The guard was so DUMB!" James spit out, his voice trembling he was laughing so hard. I sat there, looking at my fingers. It wasn't that funny.
"You had to be there." Reagan said.
"I'm sorry I was in a toybox." I said, and we all started laughing. If someone had walked in there, they would've thought we were three best of friends, stuck in a cell, making the most of it. The last part was semi-true.