Aria Toole was being walked down a hallway, her hands still behind her in cuffs. She had been brought straight to the psych ward, a safe place to keep a minor like her until her trial. Where she would more than likely be directed to come right back here. Her big purple hair swooped around her face, offsetting her wide blue eyes that took in everything around her. She passed by a room and peered in, seeing a man choking a nurse before she was rushed off, other orderlies entering the room. Surely to stop the man. Aria simply giggled. What fun this place would be. 

A grin was perpetually on her face as two nurses and a doctor took her to her room and stood in front of her, discussing nonsense. They seemed to be trying to make sense of what she had done at school. How silly of them. After all, if one tried to make sense of nonsense, rather than embrace nonsense as nonsense, who was indeed being more nonsensical? It made perfect sense to her to just accept she was slightly mad and let her be. But no, there was no room for different among these silly people. All one right after another. Looking virtually the same and replaceable. Like a deck of cards. Trade one doctor for another she wouldn’t notice. 

She turned her head this way and that, looking at her new surroundings. She wondered if she would be able to wear her own clothes. Hopefully her mother would bring them. She currently wore a purple tshirt and grey and black speckled skinny jeans, her black converse loose about her feet. She began to wonder what her siblings would think of her absence. They hadn’t really bothered with her much, as she tended to get them in trouble often after all. Perhaps this would be a vacation for them. How lovely. And mother and father wouldn’t have to deal with her climbing on the furniture, hissing at things and then falling into fits of giggles, lapping her milk from her glass rather than drinking it, yelling about mome raths and how dare they step on them.

[b]”Aria?”[/b] came a voice which made the girl look up happily. [b]”We’re going to remove your handcuffs, but you have to be good. This is your new home for now. We expect you to behave,”[/b] the voice said. Aria simply nodded very slowly, grin never leaving while she stood and turned around, letting them undo her. Once her hands were free she turned back around to see the doctor and nurses looking at her, as if unnerved by her smile. How funny. 

[b]”There are 10 cats in a basket, 1 cat jumps out. How many are left?”[/b] she asked them, hands hanging loosely by her sides.

[b]”We’ll talk later Aria,”[/b] said the doctor sternly, discussing possible medications to give the girl in the meantime while he walked out of her room, leaving her question unanswered. She licked her lips and walked up to the closed door. 

[b]”Just one… one cat left. Those copy cats…”[/b] she whispered, her eyes looking from the small high up window in the door out into the hall mischievously.