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Anna sat in the back of the car uncomfortably. She was a tall and muscular sixteen year old with platinum blonde hair and eyes the color of an endlessly cloudy day. The only thing with color on her were her clothes. A pair of worn jeans, mended at the knee with duck tape, and a wrinkled purple tanktop. 

Out of the armholes were six arms, two fold behind her head, two crossed over her chest and two clasping hands in her lap. They just appeared sometimes, these four extra arms. She didn't have control over when they would show up or go away anymore. Something about a hormone imbalance or broken focus or something. 

Getting out of the car, she took her two bags from the trunk herself. With the extra strength, it wasn't like she needed anything more from the person who was dropping her off at the mock prison. Cuz that's what it friggin was anyway. Just a place to dump kids when you had no clue what to do with them. Especially the scary ones like her, apparently.

Entering the place, all six feet of her was swallowed whole by the gaping hall. She smirked. At least she would have enough space here. 

"Now where the heck do I put my stuff...?" she muttered to herself.