Welcome To The Stanford Academy For "Troubled Youth"

Chapter One *Bianca*

"I've been wondering, Bianca, why do you keep trying to escape if you know that you're going to get caught?" asked the headmaster of my "boarding school" Dr.Stanford.
"I don't know. It's kinda fun to have everyone freak out over me." I replied with my patented Bianca smile.
"But you always get caught." He countered.
"But I broke a record this time! The longest was what, 5 weeks? I beat it by 2 this time!" I said, laughing.
"Is that good? Bianca, does being superior to everyone make you feel good?"
"Sure, I guess. Look, I just got manhandled and thrown in a van by the security guards and it was a really long drive can I just go have lunch?"
"Yes, Bianca, you may go have lunch, but I am warning you, if this happens again, you will be punished."
"Sounds good Dr.S!" I said, swinging out of the room on the door frame and walking towards the cafeteria. I saw my friends Frank, Gerard, and Mikey sitting at our regular table.
"Wassup bitches?" I said as I sat down.
"They caught you?" Mikey said, disappointed.
"Yeah, but I'm still working on the perfect escape plan." I said, ruffling his hair. The guard came and motioned for us to go get lunch and we walked up to the kitchen.
"Where did you get to this time?" Frank asked, looking up at me. God this kid was cute. Not in like a "boyfriend cute" way but a "kid who looks up to you" kind of cute. He literally and figuratively looked up to me. I was 16 and 5"9', and he was 14 and 4"11'.
"I'd say... probably Boston this time Frankie." So basically I got to another state and had about 2-3 good weeks there in the span of 7 weeks.
"Wow! How do you do it, Bi?"
"I'm a criminal genius. Don't you boys know that by now?" I said, getting my lunch. Ugh, I miss the crappy Chinese food in Boston. All that I had to choose from today was... I think that was a BLT, and chicken noodle soup. I just grabbed the mystery sandwich and went back to the table. The guys followed shortly after.
"So, when do you think you're getting out for real?" Gee asked.
"Probably when I age out, then I'll probably be transferred to a detainment facility unless I can go 1 1/2 years without breaking out again."
"So you're really never getting out?" Mikey asked.
"Well, if we break out and never get caught until Frank turns 18, we should be good."
"So what you're saying is you're never getting out and we're fucked?"
"No. We can do it. We're gonna train, and train, and make plans, and then as soon as I figure out when it's convenient we make a break for it. Guys, we can do this. I promise you." I said, in a determined, but quiet voice.
"So all the times you've broken out, they're just... practice?" Frank asked.
"Yeah. Cause even if I know I might get caught, I want to make sure you guys get out and stay out."
"But Bianca, if you get caught who's gonna make sure we don't get caught?" Frank asked, worried and starting to shake his legs.
"Frank. I've thought everything out. If I get caught, I'll have a letter with extensively detailed plans for Gerard to follow. Have I ever not had everything planned out? I wouldn't let you guys be left to figure everything out."
"You just don't trust our judgement."
"I really don't trust your judgement. Frankie, you've been here for 2 years. Mikey, 3 years. And Gerard, 5 years.But I've been here for 6 years. So I've known you the entire time you've been here, and I've seen every stupid decision you've ever made."
They looked at each other and said, in unison,
"Stop being a bitch, Bianca." I started laughing, because they say it to me all the time. Then the bell rang, signaling it was time to go to our 5th period class. Oh great. Advanced Algebra. Now I wish I had stayed hidden.