Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Yup . though I wish I owned Adam
Lamberg; -sigh- *Hits Lizzie with keyboard*. "Why must you be so mean to
Gordo? Ethan is ugly anyway!" Okay . now I'm babbling, so I'll start the
story now.
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Chapter Seven
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The air was warm inside the building. Upon arriving, the sixteen year old had noticed that the brown building looked much like a hotel. A short, black gate surrounded the school, and only a few cars lingered in the parking lot. Apparently her mom had talked all of this out with the workers at Pine Ridge, and had come to a decision on financial issues, living area, classes, programs, and what room Lizzie would be put in.
A tall man greeted Lizzie, his black hair neatly trimmed in curls. He explained everything basic about the school, being extremely friendly. She learned that talking was only allowed at instructed times, and that each person had to reach a number of points to pass a level. There were six levels, and only when level six was finished, or when you turned eighteen, could you leave the school. Points were reduced by breaking rules, and added with cooperation and improvement. The man showed her around, and told her she could not talk to any of the male students. He explained that the school treated not just eating disordered girls, but also drug addicts and teens with behavioral problems. He told her that his name was Mr. White. Mr. White introduced her to Mrs. Dietrich, who showed her to her room and around the school with a smiling face. Although everyone seemed friendly, Lizzie felt horrible.
She was handed a schedule and introduced to the girls in her group. Most of them were drug-addicts, but there was one bulemic girl, and one that had been sent here instead of jail for prostitution. Her roommate was Callie, a nice level one girl who had been addicted to marijuana and crack. The other girls in her group were Lisa, who had dropped out of school and become addicted to pot, Allie, the bulemic girl, Nancy, the prostitute, Heidy, a girl addicted to cocaine, Alicia, a girl who had been arrested seven times for different reasons, and Sara, who was obviously a troubled girl. She had been in jail three times, arrested six times, whe owed the city a total of 3,000 dollars, and was addicted to pretty much every drug imaginable. Lizzie quickly became friends with everyone but Sara, who'd been at Pine Ridge for two years and never passed Level One.
After being introduced to everyone, Lizzie felt a little better, but tears still fell. She looked at the schedule: 7:30 AM: Wake up and bathroom 7:40 AM: Breakfast 8:00 AM: Group 9:30 AM: Individual therapy 10:50 AM: Exercise 11:50 AM: Showers 12:00 PM: Lunch 12:15 PM: Group 2 1:45 PM: Class 5:45 PM: Study Hall (M-W and F-Sat) Free Time (Thursday and Sunday) 6:45 PM: Dinner 7:00 PM: Individual therapy and Point Count 8:30 PM: To be announced each day 9:05 PM: Lights out
Lizzie was in awe. She had two hours a week of free time. Two hours?!?! Mrs. Dietrich also told her that while she waited for empty bathroom and shower stalls at morning and night, she could take time to write in her journal. The free time was for journals, drawing, and writing letters. Just an hour every Thursday and Sunday . She didn't know how she'd survive.
Her room was a fair size, two beds, one on each side of the room. They were just big enough for one person to have space, and on the walls hung a mirror covered in plastic, which was for the safety of the people who cut themselves, and two magnet boards, one over each bed. The magnet boards were large, and held many magnets. Mrs. Dietrich explained that she could hang her pictures, notes, drawings, letters, and schedules on it.
They all welcomed her and Mrs.Dietrich sent the group to bed.
The air was warm inside the building. Upon arriving, the sixteen year old had noticed that the brown building looked much like a hotel. A short, black gate surrounded the school, and only a few cars lingered in the parking lot. Apparently her mom had talked all of this out with the workers at Pine Ridge, and had come to a decision on financial issues, living area, classes, programs, and what room Lizzie would be put in.
A tall man greeted Lizzie, his black hair neatly trimmed in curls. He explained everything basic about the school, being extremely friendly. She learned that talking was only allowed at instructed times, and that each person had to reach a number of points to pass a level. There were six levels, and only when level six was finished, or when you turned eighteen, could you leave the school. Points were reduced by breaking rules, and added with cooperation and improvement. The man showed her around, and told her she could not talk to any of the male students. He explained that the school treated not just eating disordered girls, but also drug addicts and teens with behavioral problems. He told her that his name was Mr. White. Mr. White introduced her to Mrs. Dietrich, who showed her to her room and around the school with a smiling face. Although everyone seemed friendly, Lizzie felt horrible.
She was handed a schedule and introduced to the girls in her group. Most of them were drug-addicts, but there was one bulemic girl, and one that had been sent here instead of jail for prostitution. Her roommate was Callie, a nice level one girl who had been addicted to marijuana and crack. The other girls in her group were Lisa, who had dropped out of school and become addicted to pot, Allie, the bulemic girl, Nancy, the prostitute, Heidy, a girl addicted to cocaine, Alicia, a girl who had been arrested seven times for different reasons, and Sara, who was obviously a troubled girl. She had been in jail three times, arrested six times, whe owed the city a total of 3,000 dollars, and was addicted to pretty much every drug imaginable. Lizzie quickly became friends with everyone but Sara, who'd been at Pine Ridge for two years and never passed Level One.
After being introduced to everyone, Lizzie felt a little better, but tears still fell. She looked at the schedule: 7:30 AM: Wake up and bathroom 7:40 AM: Breakfast 8:00 AM: Group 9:30 AM: Individual therapy 10:50 AM: Exercise 11:50 AM: Showers 12:00 PM: Lunch 12:15 PM: Group 2 1:45 PM: Class 5:45 PM: Study Hall (M-W and F-Sat) Free Time (Thursday and Sunday) 6:45 PM: Dinner 7:00 PM: Individual therapy and Point Count 8:30 PM: To be announced each day 9:05 PM: Lights out
Lizzie was in awe. She had two hours a week of free time. Two hours?!?! Mrs. Dietrich also told her that while she waited for empty bathroom and shower stalls at morning and night, she could take time to write in her journal. The free time was for journals, drawing, and writing letters. Just an hour every Thursday and Sunday . She didn't know how she'd survive.
Her room was a fair size, two beds, one on each side of the room. They were just big enough for one person to have space, and on the walls hung a mirror covered in plastic, which was for the safety of the people who cut themselves, and two magnet boards, one over each bed. The magnet boards were large, and held many magnets. Mrs. Dietrich explained that she could hang her pictures, notes, drawings, letters, and schedules on it.
They all welcomed her and Mrs.Dietrich sent the group to bed.
