I woke up to the sound of a gate cranking open. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the front passenger  seat of the car. There, was a skinny old lady in a pantsuit. She looked like she would rather be anywhere else but here. She turned to me and saw that I was awake. " ms. Grayson isn't it?" She said. I nodded. Who else would it be? She continued " I am Ms. Jennings, your social worker. Since all the orphanages and foster homes in gotham are full, and you have no immediate family, you will temporarily be staying at a girl's juvie." I couldn't believe it. I had just lost everything and they were putting me in a place where bad kids went. And the woman in front of me was totally unemotional about it. She must deal with this stuff everyday. I hated her almost as much as Zucco. I had to bite my tongue from screaming wildly. As we proceeded out of the car, I held my stuffed lion Candy tight. Dick and I were able to get our stuffed animals out of the trailer before they took us away. I wondered where Peanut and Dick were. I entered the building cautiously. Mrs Jennings entered right behind me. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was 1:00 in the morning. 24 hours ago I was wrapped in my handmade quilt, safe in my bunk bed, with my parents still alive. I wished I could go back to then.  The fat security guard at the front desk was half asleep himself. A donut was in his mouth, and he was slowly slowly chewing it then finishing that one and moving onto the next one in the box. He glanced at us and slowly turned to us. He glared at me. "Crime?" The man asked sleepily. Mrs Jennings tapped her foot impatiently. "Her parents were killed a few hours ago and this was the only place  for her to stay" The security guard nodded, and told us to follow him to a cell. I shook with fear. Inside the cell I was expected to stay in had 6 girls stuffed into 2 bunk beds. I was informed that I must share a bed with someone in the room. I nodded. "Well" Mrs. Jennings stated. " I will leave you here. Have a nice life Catiana Grayson." With that, she left me in the cold dark cell with bad girls that I didn't know. The girl I was sharing a bunk with had a snake tattoo that went down her body, and a buzz cut. To top it off she had a nose ring. She looked beautiful and scary at the same time. It was freezing, it was pitch black, it was terrifying and all I had was Candy and my necklace. I cried myself to sleep holding my two belongings tight.