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This…was going to be an incredibly long six months. 

Ana had made the silent decision to avoid attempting to escape. She had figured that out after the head honchos little speech. Wonder how many times he practiced that in the mirror. 

A small grin cracks into her face like she was being sculpted, her own joke amusing her. 

The young woman’s eyes move across the people in the group, trying to figure them all out, but people and their cliques had never been her strong suit. Two people manage to catch her eyes, the two that were late. One of them was tall, his uniform not fitting quite right. 
She could tell he wasn’t trying to draw attention to himself, unlike the other who came late. 

She had to admit though, he made the orange jumpsuit not look completely horrible. 

Ana continues her supposed vow of silence, going to the paints and the benches, already annoyed by the day that was ahead. Blast it all. She would rather do jail time. 

She was being dramatic of course. But she didn’t regret her decision. The only thing she regretted was not making sure that dumbass owner wasn’t in the building when it went ablaze. A bit dark, but she hated that bastard. 

Ana takes a paint brush, chewing on the inside of her lip as she begins to paint over the graffiti.