*Music*As she sat, elbow inclined to the windowsill of the left passenger door, her weary head resting upon her hand clad in a leather fingerless glove, just as her right, Rowena sighed, a mournful breath parting her lips and collecting upon the glass bespeckled by stray drops of bitter November rain. Where was she exactly? It was the last place any girl her age should be, cold and alone in the back of a moving Police Cruiser. There was no cushioning to the seats, only the hard, thick plastic pushing against her, just attributing all the more to this ride's burdening discomfort. She kept thinking back to that very day...the day she punched that old man square in the face, every bit of force behind her fist in one quick slug. Little did she know that very hit would abruptly end the man's life. Now she wasn't just some piece of street trash, she was trash with a murder rep.
The Police car finally came to a halt, the quiet squeak of the old brakes signaling that they had arrived. From her almost "undead" trance, Rowena broke and looked upwards. A grimace was quick to come to her face as she saw The Academy, just as cold and bleak as it looked in those brochures that slimy District Attorney was pushing on her. Her grimace had only twisted more as a cop approached her from behind, ordering her to put her hands behind her back in the most authoritative but cruel voice he could muster. She shivered slightly at the cold steel clenching her wrists, gritting her teeth in utter displeasure at the telltale click. The other officer soon departed from the vehicle....with a shotgun in his hand. What the hell did he need that for?! Were they escorting Rowena to Death Row or something? The girl could only assume, seeing how these two Pigs treated her like she was the lowest of scum. Cuffed and at gunpoint, there she was being escorted up to the gate, already this "Academy" looking like Folsom Prison.
"Well here you are." Grumbled the cop that was packing heat, probably itching just to flip the safety on that Remmington and blow Rowena's head clean off.
"Welcome to your new home. Got any last words to say?" Rowena glanced up at the prick, a bit of a defiant sneer crossing her pierced lip as she replied, "Yeah....Fuck you!" Angered, the cop flung Rowena's duffel bag, ordering his buddy to
Uncuff the bitch! so they could be on their way, leaving Rowena burning with her own rancorous hate, a harsh glare as she watched the two Pigs pile into the cruiser and drive away.