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Maka looked at the trees and shrubs outside the window as the bus travelled past them. Then she looked back at her cuffed hands. How long it would be until she arrived there. She looked around the bus. Uncomfortable benches, naked metal, a chainlink fence seperating the area she sat in from the driver and the guard. There was no one to talk to, she was the only passenger. But even if there was someone, the guard had made it very clear to her that if she opened her mouth, she would get to taste the cane. Her mouth was what got her in this place in the first place.

Two days ago, she was chatting with two friends of hers, Meme Tantane and Susanne Wakefield. They talked about different things, cooking, knitting, boys, other girls and whether the harvest would be any good or not. Meme complained about how the weather was so unpredictable. Maka said, "There are things not even the Ligua can change", Charles Anderson Ligua is the president of West Wyoming.

The day after that, a man knocked on the door of Maka's house in the morning, just after breakfast. Her father opened the door and the man entered without asking. He was dressed in a black uniform, a silver emblem on his right shoulder. The emblem showed the national animal of West Wyoming, a bison, in a charging position. An agent of the Government Interest and Safety Department, abbreviated GISD. His uniform lacked other decoration, though, he was clearly new at his job, Maka knew that there was a medal they got for basically not getting fired in three years, so this man must have just recently finished his training.

"I'm looking for a girl called Maka", said the agent. The village was so small that no two people had the same first name.

"I'm here", said Maka.

"There's been a report that she committed an act of sedition, a hearing has been scheduled for three o'clock, today afternoon", said the agent.

"What will happen to her if she is found guilty?", asked her father.

"She will be send to juvenile reformative camp", said the agent.

"Thank you, I'm sure it'll all work out", said her father.

"Be on time for the hearing", said the agent, "Goodbye". Maka's father said goodbye to the agent and sat down on his chair, opposite of Maka. Maka knew that she was in tremendous trouble. Her father took a swig from his cup of tea. Then he interrogated Maka about what she had done that she had been reported for sedition. At first, Maka didn't know what she had done, but then it dawned her. After her father was done asking her questions, he sent her to stand in the corner. He didn't tell her how long she would have to stand there, but Maka wouldn't have been surprised if she would have to stand there until it was time to leave for her hearing. And she had to stand there until it was time to leave for her hearing.

The hearing was being held in a small office in the town hall. A higher ranking GISD agent presided over the hearing. Meme and Susanne had been called to testify. Susanne basically retold the conversation word for word, which didn't help Maka's case. Meme claimed to have no recollection of having talked to Maka yesterday. The agent at first didn't believe her, while flipping though a file absentmindedly. Then he spotted something in the file, which he read over in disbelieve. Then he dismissed Meme and gave her a cookie and a handkerchief with a knot in it. After he had heard the witnesses, he asked Maka to tell her side of the story. Maka confirmed what Susanne had said, but asked the agent to consider the fact that she had basically only stated that the president is unable to control the weather. Not even a muscle moved in the agents face this whole time. After Maka was done, her father spoke up. He asked the agent to consider the fact that he, Maka's father, had loyally served the president during the last war, and had earned several medals. He also promised to properly punish Maka, to make sure that she would never speak ill off the president ever again.

"You will be send to Pinedale Juvenile Reformative Camp for a one year treatment", said the agent, "The bus will leave tomorrow at six o'clock, be there". Maka was so shocked, she only managed to stutter a "yes, sir". The agent then went on to explain that while he admired what her father had done for West Wyoming, but that this wasn't his hearing, so he could not consider these certainly proud achievements. Then he dismissed them. Her father didn't speak to her the entire way home. At home, she asked him whether she should pack.

"You won't need your stuff where you're gonna go", said her father. Maka had trouble sleeping that night, she wished she had never said that unfortunate sentence. In the morning she reported to the town hall for transport. A low ranking GIDS agent handcuffed her and put her in the bus. And now she was just waiting for the bus to arrive at Pinedale.

A few hours into the afternoon, Maka was wondering when she would get something to eat, the bus pulled up to the gate of Pinedale juvenile reformation camp for girls. It was surrounded by tall fences, with barbed wire, two in fact, running parallel to each other. Guard towers were placed regularly along the fences, from her seat, Maka could see them manned by black clothed figures with rifles. The gate was eventually opened and the bus drove into the facility. The main building stood tall and gray. Its barred windows looking at her like a thousand eyes. The bus stopped and the guard picked up Maka and began to drag her out of the bus. Maka followed cooperatively. The lawn was nice and tidy. A path circled the main building. A blonde woman stood before the main gate, she wore her hair in two interwoven braids, dressed in very orderely black clothes.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Gorgon, and I'll be your counselor here", said Dr. Gorgon.