I sat staring out the window at the dry, desert of Texas, my orange hair fanning across my face. The old yellow school bus I was on rattled with every stone it rolled over. The sharp metal of the handcuffs dug into my skin. I looked down from the window and at the guards and bus driver. One of the guards was eating and the other was looking in my general direction. I looked out the window again and saw holes, lots and lots of holes.
The bus slowed to a stop and the guards got up and took off the handcuffs. They yanked me and my bag out of the seat and took me to the front. They walked off, I followed, looking down. I was lead into a house, that looked rather like an old prison in my opinion, with the relief of air conditioning. I finally looked up and was met with a man sitting behind a desk with his feet placed upon it. He looked like a wannabe cowboy... it was stupid.
"Ivy Matthew?" he asked looking up.
I nodded.
"My name is Mr. Sir, you will address me as so, got it pipsqueak?" he paused as if waiting for me to make fun of it or something.
Instead I nodded "Yes Mr. Sir".
He looked momentarily shocked but nodded at me and started to lecture me again. "This isn't a Girl Scout camp, just cause you're a girl don't expect special treatment." he said.
"I wasn't expecting any... Mr. Sir" I replied.
I snickered, I finally got the name thing. He sighed, not bothering to do anything.
"You wont have to wear a jumpsuit cause we don't have any that you can wear, so i hope you've brung enough clothes, cause you aint gettin' any from us".
I nodded again.
"Ivy Matthew, I respect you. You aren't a bad kid, you just made some bad decisions" said a cheery voice.
I turned around to see a stout man with way too much sunscreen on. Mr. Sir groaned and mumbled something about touchy feely crap, then left.
"I'm Dr. Pendanski, D-tents counsellor" said the fat guy. He lead me out, the hot air seemed to hit me like a brick.
It was nice enough though, Genovia, the place I live in is pretty cold. My hands started to twitch and the familiar feeling of panic started to rise. I swung my bag around and pulled out my violin. I started to play. I walked as I played, Dr. P looked at me strangely, luckily he had probably read my file and understood.
He took me into a tent, "This is D-tent, D stands for diligence. The boys should be back soon, I'll leave you to get acquainted".
I nodded and he left. I stopped playing and put my violin away. Seriously, I was sleeping in the same tent as male delinquents...idiots. I did the only other thing that I knew would clam me down, sing. I shut my eyes and began.