"So are we we just in charge around here now, cause I don't see any authority.?"

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"So are we we just in charge around here now, cause I don't see any authority.?"
"This is a weird question, but does anyone actually work her?" Sonnet replied still unsure if this a school for messed up kids or a very elaborate prank.
Don't you ever have those days where you just want to show everyone your underwear? Just me? Well looks like everyone will be getting a show today
I don't understand
"Why is there an ax in here?"
"What it is that you think you're doing?"
On The Couch
Melody laid down on the nearby couch kicking her feet up with an even sigh as she glanced at the person walking up beside her. "But doc I don't want to talk about my feelings anymore." She couldn't help but laugh out loud at the irony of it all, that the therapists and doctors were trying to crack open her so called tortured past laying back on a couch of all things. If anything was triggering to a "trafficked victim" as they liked to call her it would be that.
The walls are just new chains.
She hated small spaces. They were the very reason she didn't want to come here. Pulling the door she jerked it in frustration gripping fingers in coily strands and sighing. "We're trapped in here. What is this place a prison?"
Spencer sat take photo's of the thing's around him. Most of said thing's were actually photo's or girls around the academy. He heard someone's footsteps and pulled his camera down. " Oh...hello"