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...ach. As soon as Caden was out of school he received a call from Ana to tell him she was in jail awaiting arraignment on the following Monday. “I have to call you back” Caden almost shouted. Ana received special privileges in jail. None of the guards actually thought that she was guilty, her parents and the judge were the only ones convinced she was. Caden couldn’t deal alone; he called his best friend Jeslyn. “This can’t be happening. Not to her. Not to me. What should I do, she’s locked up? Say something!” Jeslyn had no ideas. Caden’s mom tried the only thing she could think of. She called the cops. She told them what really happened, but no one believed someone living under section 8 housing. Caden’s mom couldn’t afford a lawyer for Ana, she felt helpless. There was nothing left for them to do except say goodbye to her. Caden pulled up at the tall gray buildings steel gates in his mother’s white sedan. His mother was bawling in the passenger seat. The gates were controlled by a fat man in a tawdry uniform. While driving to the parking lot, Caden experienced second thoughts about going. The entrance stairs were a replica from the ones in the movie Rocky. Once they were in the lobby, past the medal detectors, their belts and shoes were confiscated. Caden was able to be admitted into the ward’s recreational room. His mother was to sit on the overly-padded chairs in the waiting room. Ana walked out of her cell into the rec. room. Caden’s heart fell to his feet. He couldn’t stand seeing her like this. Ana’s hair was paper-thin, her complexion was pasty, and she looked out of place in orange. She was on anti-depressants and talked as if she were from the ghetto of Lawrence. Caden wanted so bad to reach out his hands and guide Ana into he...