It was a cold dark night in the Canterlot prison where most of the inmates were sleeping while some still hollering of “Get me out of here!” and “I didn’t do anything!” All except for Cheerilee who was laying in her bed thinking about the inmates that are hollering. Then she began to murmur to her self.
“I used to be one of them along time ago.”
She been awake for a couple of hours tonight and the last night and the night she was brought in three months ago. The first night she screamed like any new inmate that comes here pleading, begging for somepony to believe her side of the story, but now she just stays awake because of how she came.
“It was injustice.” She whispered to her self. “I was only convicted because Filthy Rich bribe the jury to convict me guilty.”
Then she got up and began pacing around in her cell thinking about the trial or more specifically about her former student Diamond Tiara that she now hated. “Why did I go to prison while that… student and her father got away with it?” She said and thought of how Tiara did it. “It was her she was the own that painted that erotic image on Sweetie Belle not me.”
She then stopped and looked around her dark sell and looked down to the floor and said. “And because of their injustice I’ll never teach again.” Cheerilee used to be an Elementary teacher, she loved to teach her students how to grow up and shine into adult hood but now she is in prison never to do her passion that her cutie mark showed. She then went to her bed and lay onto it and finally began to sleep until a mare guard came to her sell and said.
“Hey precious a late time visitor is here to see you.”
Cheerilee wore a confused look and said. “But it isn’t visiting time.”
“The stallion pulled a lot of strings to get a conversation with you.” The guard said plainly.
After the guard spoke she opened Cheerilee’s cell and was now escorting her to the visiting room.
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When they got there they saw that there was no pony to be seen all except one behind a class frame with a telephone attached to it. The last pony that visited her was her mother… or her former mother since she and her family decided to disown her after the trial, Cheerilee just hopes that this visit would be more present then her last one. Cheerilee went to the chair in front of the frame and she looked at her visitor who picks up the phone. He has a light grey mane and his coat a darker shade of grey. She then pick up the phone and said.
“Who are you?”
He looked at her in the eyes and said.
“Ra's Al Hooves at your service miss Cheerilee.”