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Peyton Saunders wasn’t a bad kid.

In fact, she was a good kid. A [i]great[/i] kid. High marks at school, a ton of extracurriculars, and a kind hearted and charismatic personality that matched her long list of contributions to Angel Grove. She taught kids to surf on the weekends, volunteered at the Cherub County Soup Kitchen on Tuesday nights with her dad, and even tutored some of her peers in Calculus when they struggled to comprehend derivatives. So, what was a girl like her doing in a bright orange vest courtesy of the juvenile delinquent system? 

A mistake. A huge, fat, ugly mistake.

The blonde had her arms crossed over her chest, closing herself off from the others, as she leaned against an oak tree in Angel Grove Park. Her curious mind was running at a mile a minute, trying to figure out how everyone else ended up in weekly community service work, but her lips remained closed and pursed. Peyton simply observed- wanted to take it all in and not jump to any conclusions. Glancing around at her peers, she took in their facial expressions, their body language and anything basically that could help her gauge their reactions to this situation.

Everly seemed more than pleased to be here, but Rowan, not so much. Peyton recognized them both from school, but since they didn't run in the same social circles, they had never spoken (naturally). Peyton knew that Rowan always found herself in trouble, so seeing her here wasn't the biggest surprise, but Everly being present was. Clearly, she was here on her own terms, since no one subjected to this against their own will would have such spunk to speak first and introduce themselves. Peyton couldn't say the same, and didn't need people knowing who she was and why she was here. Peyton was [i]ashamed[/i] she was here. 

Her guilty conscience was ever present, and she doubted that cleaning up trash was going to make it disappear. She had committed a crime, a [i]legitimate[/i] crime that could've gotten someone killed. No candy wrapper was going to fix that. But this was her sentencing- in addition to her license being revoked for 30 days- and she was going to serve her time and do the damn thing. Peyton's actions lacked a moral compass and true character, so if this was going to help her on the path to earning integrity, than so be it. Building character didn't sound half bad.

With a deep sigh, Peyton walked towards everyone else, very well aware that she would have to make herself known at some point in order to get credit for showing up. Clearing her throat, she spoke in a calm and steady tone. [color=4169E1][b]"Peyton Saunders. I'm not exactly looking forward to this either, but I'm sure if we all work together we can get this done a whole lot faster- which would be ideal."[/b][/color] The blonde looked around at the other teens, attempting to test the waters. [color=4169E1][b]"Hopefully we can make the best of this situation. Building character doesn't sound like the worst thing, right?"[/b][/color]