Prison Breakout chapter 1

Alana pressed her hands and gripped the cold metal bars. Inside her father was sitting on a wooden bench with an orange jumpsuit on.
"How much longer?" Alana looked into her father's sad deep eyes.
There was a pause. "Not too much longer, I hope." Alana saw her father's eyes fill up with tears. She barely ever saw hime cry.
Alana nodded and took her hands off the bars.
"Time's up." The police guard adressed Alana.
"Bye Dad." A tear fell from Alana's father's eye. It ran down his cheek. Alana cryed silently.
Back in the waiting room Alana went to the desk.
"When's the next opening?" The stuffy old lady looked up her black glassed crooked. She flipped through papers.
"Thursday."
"I'll be here. Alana Lion."
"Ok." The lady nodded. Alana walked out the door and looked back. She saw her father's cell and a tear ran down her cheek.