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“Gibbs,” A gruff voice calls from the outside of Melicia’s cell. Melicia looks up to see the burly figure of one of the juvy’s very many stone-faced guards. “Come with me.” As the guard unlocks the cell door Melicia picks up her small box with the few belongings she decided to keep and silently follows the guard down the hallway. With it being exercise time all of the inmates were outside leaving the halls eerily quiet. She was first taken to collect the few items she had on her when she was admitted, just her clothes, wallet and her earrings and a fresh set of civilian clothes- just a basic pair of jeans, a white top and a beaten looking red jacket. It wasn’t until she was fresh out of prison garb and pulling out the broken off teeth of a plastic comb from the holes in her ears did it properly hit her that she was finally getting out of the hellhole. She gripped the sides of the small sink in the grubbly little bathroom of the processing area as emotions swirled inside of her. Mixtures of fear and excitement, joy and unease, anticipation and the feeling that a small part of her was going to miss this place. They all tugged on her heartstrings in different ways, causing the threats of tears in her eyes. The brunette took a shaky breath before putting her first of many earrings back into her left lobe piercing. Oh, that was a feeling she never thought she would miss, the weight of the cold metal on her ear. It seemed so mundane yet it had been well over a year since she’d known that feeling. 

After she had gotten changed Melicia went through the final forms and was briefed over her parole expectations and support services before she was escorted out of the prison’s confines by 2 burly guards. In the parking lot stood [url=https://i.imgur.com/8FKssK7.jpg]Molly[/url], Melicia’s case worker, leaning against her little white kia. “Six-thirty, they told me, 6:30am on the dot but here I am at 7:45, still waiting for you,” she complains as Melicia comes into earshot. Melicia just gives her a half smile in return. Unlike many of Melicia’s fellow prisoners she was lucky to just have the one case worker through her whole sentence, and Molly was a good one. Despite a rocky start the pair had built a rapport over Melicia’s time in juvie. 

"Regardless, congratulations on your release. How're you feeling?" The older woman questions, pressing the button on her key causing the car to make a little [i]chirp[/i] as it unlocks. Melicia shrugs in response as the woman opens the boot of the car and takes the box from her.

[color=98FB98]”I don’t know, honestly. I’m glad to finally be out but I don’t know. This school seems way too… proper? I reckon the freedom itself is a lil’ terrifying after bein’ locked up so long,”[/color] Melicia replies opening the back door of the car.

“You’ll be fine.” Molly responds, closing the boot and slipping into the driver’s seat. “I’ve got a suitcase for you, just state funded clothes and school supplies. I tried to pick out stuff I thought you’d wear but it’s slim pickin’s so don’t expect anythin’ too fancy. I’m still fighting to get the state to fund you a laptop. I did manage to get you this, though,” Molly passes a small touchscreen motorola phone. Melicia slowly takes it from the woman, turning it slowly in her hands. Man, she’d barely seen a phone in the last 15 months despite the light illuminating from the night guards hands and they distracted themselves with their devices. She turns it in her hands slowly. “I know it ain’t much but it’s better than nothin’,”

[color=98FB98]”No, no, it’s fine. Thanks. I ‘spose the new Melicia just rejects technology,”[/color] she half-jests before setting into her seat. As Molly starts up the car she watches as the drab grey building in the distance gets smaller and smaller. On to a new chapter. 

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[b]Time:[/b] 11:16

As the little kia rolled up onto the curb Melicia couldn’t help but be taken aback by the grandeur of the place. Between her family home, oft in disrepair, and prison living in a place with such lush gardens and buildings so easy on the eye. Her hand floated to the handle to open the door until Molly spoke up. 

“Melicia, before I let you go we need to go over the rules of your parole,”

[color=98FB98]”Oh, no. They went over it in processin’ so I’m-”[/color] 

“I’m sure they did but procedure-wise I need to go through it again with you. Your parole officer will meet with you at 4pm on Wednesdays, Edgebaston is kindly allowing a meeting room in their office to be free for this. As time passes this will likely become less frequent. Taking into account the crimes committed it is not a requirement your peers be made aware of your criminal history but the staff have all been told. Parole is a privilege, not a right, if you're found committing even a minor offense your parole will cease and you will have to serve the rest of your sentence in juvenile detention. Do you understand?”

Melicia sighs, her eyes distracted by the grand gates. It was moments like these she was reminded her parole officer was indeed not just a family friend but someone doing her job. [color=98FB98]"Yes Ms. Molly,"[/color] she sighs, unbuckling her seatbelt. Molly turns back to her with a softened gaze.

"Melicia, you'll be great, sweetie. Just take it a day at a time, okay? And if you need [i]anythin'[/i], and I mean anythin', my number is in your phone," Melicia swore she almost saw a tear in her case worker's eye but Molly turned back to face the windscreen before she could be sure. 

[color=98FB98]”Thanks, Ms Molly, for everythin',"[/color] Melicia responds, opening her door. 

"The suitcase and backpack in there are both yours. Have fun, be good. I'll touch base with you in November,"

Melicia goes to the trunk and pulls out her possessions. She shoves the bots and pieces from her box into the beaten blue backpack and slings it over her right shoulder. She takes the suitcase in the other hand and looks at the large metal gates before her, seeming more inviting than the mocking steel of the prison cells. She gives a shaky breath to stabilize the butterflies in her stomach and takes the forst steps toward her new future. 

As soon as she entered the gates she was greeted by blonde boy who called out [color=8BD3E6]"I didn't know that North Carolina had moose season, but here we are!"[/color] Melicia looked at him and scrunched her face in disgust, it was a weak insult at best. Then says nothing but moves on into the school.