The giant, iron door slammed shut behind the guards, leaving the other girls and I in total darkness, besides the glow of our wristbands. "What was that about?" I asked. The girl who'd spoken up for me answered, "I'll explain later. For now, we all need to get ready for roll call." "Why?" The tallest girl in the room asked, "There are no guards here. We can do whatever we want." About half the girls mumbled in agreement. "No we can't," the girl argued, "the guards will come back after The Boss gets through with 'em. Besides, there's nothing to do here anyway." "Fine, whatever." The tall girl reluctantly grumbled. "So what do we need to do to get ready for roll call?" I asked. "We need to clean out faces and arms and braid our hair." The girl next to me answered. "Okay." I said, "Then let's get going!" The others directed me to a small, iron door in the far corner of the room that I can't detected. Next to it I felt a switch on the wall. I flicked it down and a bright light came on in the main room. I entered the smaller room and flicked on the lights in there. It was still entirely made of cement, like the rest of the room, but it was painted white. Each wall had about 5 vanities on it, all of which were complete with a small mirror. There was a single dirty sink in the center of the back wall and a large, metal bucket which I could only assume was for bodily waste. I entered the room and the other girls followed. We all grabbed a gre cloth from a pile that was on one of the vanities and scrubbed down our arms and faces. The other girls began braiding each other's hair using small, black combs and grey scrunchies that were found on a vanity on the left wall. "Here, I'll braid your hair." Said the girl who stood next to me earlier. With the lights on I could now see that she was kind of pale and had medium-length, golden blond hair and deep blue eyes. She wore a jumpsuit that was almost identical to mine. She stepped behind me and began braiding my light brown hair. I looked at myself in the mirror while her hands worked out the knots in my waist-long, wavy hair. My emerald green eyes seemed to glow since everything else on me was so colorless. Just as her hands left my hair we heard a loud horn blow. "Time for roll call." The blonde girl said. "Wait!" I called, "What's your name?" She looked over her shoulder, smiled and said, "Piper, Piper Merrill."
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Teen Fiction13-year-old Alexis Perry has been labeled as a delinquent all her life. When she finally lives up to what others see in her by robbing a drugstore, then pepper spraying the security guards that came after her, she ends up in a school that's meant to...
