Arriving

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I looked out the window as the hotel I previously stayed at disappeared. Out if the corner of my eye Mr. Creepy grin was looking at me grinning as if he had won a prize at a carnival game. Outside my window, green trees started to appear, signaling where I was going was outside of the city. Out of the corner of my eye creepy grin was still looking at me. This time he looked as if he were trying to figure me out. I kept looking out the window ignoring his rude creepiness. I don't know how long it's been since I left but my butt was starting to hurt, I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. "Long ride huh?" Me. Creepy grin said. I looked up at him, surprised he was still watching me and that he would even talk to me. What's up with this guy?! I don't understand him! In all my life as a foster kid I've always been able to understand people and tell what they're like before they open their mouths... But creepy grin is more like a notice-your-every-move guy. Or at least I think. I judged nodded my head yes in response to his statement. I looked back out the window and it looked bleak, gray, and dull. It wasn't the clear, clean, liveliness, I was used to at the city. The air looked more like smoke and all I could see was a barren road and field for miles and miles. I hope where I'm going is far far away from this place.

I guess my luck ran out today. We pulled down a road... If someone considered an old dirt road that says private property a road, and the fatter down we went into the forest the Smokier the air got. Out of the corner of my eye Mr. Creepy grin was whispering to the driver something. Hey! At least he wasn't looking at me. The car pulled into an old cracked driveway and parked In front of an old, GIANT, gray, brick building with ivory all over. Mr. Creepy grin and the driver were unloading my things from the car, so I decided to walk up the the building wall. I pushed some of the ivory out of the way, and read an old, black, hardly readable sign out loud. "Women's Labor Prison" I read allowed. Then I was hit hard in the back of the head and everything went black.

Welcome home... I guess.

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