“Get out.” She said, looking up from her book.
“Make me.” I replied, plopping down on the other bed. This room wasn't to bad, against my expectations. The walls were gray and the floor was a white-ish gray wood paneled floor. There was two windows, with bars on them, of course. We had an AC, two desks, two beds, two bureaus yada yada yada.
I looked up to see her with a pen in her hand and an evil gleam in her eye. She brought it down in my hand, breaking skin and causing me to yelp in pain. I ripped the pen out of her hand and stabbed her in the hand, too. She let out a noise of pain matching mine. She looked at me and smiled. “It's been a while since someone had the balls to stand up to me.”
I looked at her for a second, trying to read the malice in her eyes and seeing none, I stuck out my hand. “Sophie.”
“Adara.” She said, taking my hand in hers. We had used the uninjured hands, of course. “Now. Let's get us some band-aids and you your clothes back.”

Both of us fixed up by the magical powers of Hello-Kitty Band-aids ™, She took me by the hand and pulled me out of the room and down the hall. She pulled me down on the ground and dropped herself down next to me.
“Excuse me, Rochelle?” Apparently Adara knew everyone by name.
“Yes, Adara? And I would really appreciate it if you wouldn't disrespect me by using my first name.”
“Can we go get Sophie's things? They didn't let her get them.”
“Of course.”
We walked down the hallway and approached the front desk.
“Mrs. Jones?” Adara said innocently, tilting her head just slightly. Damn, she knew the tricks, too. Tilting your head slightly and unnoticeably gives you a look of sweetness and innocence.
“Yes, Adara?”
“Sophie here just got transferred up to DSO 0,” DSO means Danger to Self and Others. “And we were wondering if you might have her clothes. She's been in solitary for three days so you must have her bag.”
“Oh, yes, Adara, I'm sure we do.” She exited her seat at the desk and disappeared to the back to find my duffel.
“Follow my lead.” She whispered to me.
I stayed silent, because Mrs. Jones had returned with my bag.
“No, that's not it.” Adara said. She pulled open the little door thing that allowed her to get behind the counter. She pulled me through it, and said “Can you take us to the back? Duffels are pretty common, you probably grabbed the wrong one.” The duffel she had, though, was, infact, my duffel.
“Yes, of course, Adara.” She said, looking flustered. Adara followed her at a distance. She pointed at a bucket and continued on. I looked at the bucket. Confiscated items. I walked towards it and found my phone and iPod beneath a lighter. I pulled them out and walked quickly up to Adara, and slid them into her waiting hand, which disappeared into her sweatpants pocket. She was a genius.
We approached the duffels and she grabbed my bag from Mrs. Jones, putting it back on the shelf. She continued to walk down the line, Mrs. Jones following behind her anxiously. She walked back towards me and said “Sophie, help me find your bag.”
I walked over to my duffel and picked it up.
“Isn't that the bag I got you?” Mrs. Jones said accusingly.
“Oh, no, Mrs. Jones, you got this one.” Adara walked over to the duffel bag three over from mine. It looked exactly the same, except for a small smiley face iron-on patch on the left corner.
“No, I don't think I got one with a smiley face on it.”
“I put it in the other way, Mrs. Jones. You wouldn't have seen the smiley.” Adara assured her. “Thank you for helping us!”
And in a flash, she was walking down the hallway. I ran to catch up with her.