No Plagiarism!h3hnMi4oONV3OhaCyavWposted on PＥNAＮＡ “Grandpa, you can’t be serious.” Sierra stood at the front of the large gates, large walls stood at twenty-feet, walking along the length of the front-facing walls were guards clad in security uniforms. “Well, I must say, the brochure certainly makes it look..less like a high-security prison.” Sierra’s messy red hair whipped around to look at her grandfather looking up at the walls. “Well, ‘we are the scourge of society.’” She said spitefully, quoting the Judge from her hearing. Her grandpa looked down from the walls to face her, his blue eyes locked onto her angry eyes. “Sierra, I know that this is less than desirable,” she scoffed “but this is much better than us getting sued by that boy’s parents. And a..healthier alternative to Juvie.” Sierra’s fists tightened on her backpack and suitcase. “I know, I just—look at it. It looks like a prison on steroids.” She said, gesturing to the guards. Her grandfather put a hand on her shoulder. “Sierra, you’re going to..mildly dislike it. But that’s life, doing things that make you mad. They have a counselor here and everything. You’ll do great.” Sierra groaned. “Don’t do that. You’re like, guilting me without guilting me!” He chuckled and squeezed her shoulder. “You’re going to miss your first day.” Sierra rolled her eyes dramatically. “How tragic.”
Sierra turned back to the large, open gates and took a deep breath as she walked in. Looking back to her grandfather as he waved good-bye. Well, this is it.8964 copyright protection343ＰＥＮＡＮＡgLHhk0m694 維尼
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