“I should have gone to jail.” Said Barbara as the nearly 20-year-old woman sat in the back of the car watching the city which she had lived her entire life fade behind her as they headed out to the countryside.
“Well, I can call the judge and you can go to jail until your 28.” Said the driver, a state employee.
“I may have had a horrible life but I know this is my best move.” Said Barbara, she had a horrible life by any standards. Dad died before she was born, mom became a druggy and lost custody of her. She bounced around the system with some of the worse people as foster parents. On her 18th birthday, she had aged out of the system and had been kicked out of the home she was at. Before she went she had stolen a large amount of money from her foster parents at the time. That is why she was arrested, only when she was arrested did she tell the cops that the couple who had homed her was running a drug lab and that is where they had gotten the money. That got her on the good side of the judge but even turning state’s evidence she had stolen the money had had to pay.
So she was given a choice, go to this prep school/college run by this group until she was 24 for the thief of the money or she could go to jail until she was 28.
It wasn’t that hard of a choice, even if it meant she wasn’t allowed to leave the school and they would have total legal authority over her life she was a kid again. Still 4 years in a prep school where she could go to school, learn a trade and not have to worry about her next meal, having cloths to wear or being warm in the winter was a God send and was better then what she had when she was in the system.
So she took the deal and signed the papers.
“Here we are.” Said the driver as they passed a rode iron gate with a high stone wall which went off into the distance. Around them where multiple buildings which looked like a normal small college, there where some younger kids but more then a few of her age and older. All wore the classic school uniforms of a white or blue polo shirt and black pants.
Barbara looked down at her old sweat suit and felt really under dressed, but it was the best she had.
“Welcome Barbara, I am headmasters Morgan La Fey.” Greeted a woman in a business pantsuit as the car came to a stop.
“Morgan La Fey? Like the witch?” inquired Barbara
“Yes.” Confirmed the older woman with a smile boarding on a grin. “Welcome to our school, don’t worry by the time you graduate you will be a whole new person and a whole new world will be before you.”