Today I moved to a twelve-acre rock covered with cement topped with bird turd and surrounded by water. I'm not the only kid who lives here. There's my sister Natalie except she doesn't count. And there are twenty-three other kids who live on the island because their dads work as guards or cook's or doctors or electricians for the prison like my dad does. Plus there are a ton of murderers rapists hit men con men stickup men embezzlers connivers burglars kidnappers and maybe even an innocent man or two though I doubt it. The convicts we have are the kind other prisons don't want. I never knew prisons could be picky but I guess they can. You get to Alcatraz by being the worst of the worst. Unless you're me. I came here because my mother said I had to.
