You know you've truly reached the lowest of the low when you've been put into an orphanage instead of a foster home, especially at the age of sixteen.
These thoughts haunted Vidia as she walked, the words that the woman who oversaw the children at the orphanage had said to her, as soon as she had walked through the door. She was given her own room, at least, although it was a small one, and was provided the basic necessities. The bracelet around her ankle was bothersome, however, and the only time she was allowed to leave the orphanage, was for school and for her community service. There was a timer on the little black box that would shut it off at certain times each day, and would activate it, also at certain times, which was 7:30am-9:00pm on weekdays, and 12:00pm-7:00pm on weekends. Other then that, she was restricted to only the orphanage and it's properties.
Her hands met the cool metal that was the hand of the door to the Arcadia Community Center. Today was her first day of service, so the place was completely new to her. She drew in a deep breath, summoned her 'gumption' as her mother used to call it, and pushed the door open.
The place was sobering, to say the least, and depressing, to say the most.
People milled about, but they barely seemed ... Alive. They seemed to just be living out their lives as was required of them, and unhappiness was so thick in the air that she could cut it with a knife.
She made her way to the front desk in the very immediate area after the entrance, and after a quiet conversation with the woman there, was told to wait with four teenagers that were already there; two girls, and three boys. Her quiet nature caused her to hesitate, but after a moment, she moved over to the seats, immediately regretting her choice in shorts and tennis shoes, for the black monitor on her ankle was grotesquely obvious.
She took a seat as far from the group as possible - which wasn't far at all. In fact, from the way that they had positioned themselves, she ended sitting beside a young man which soft brown hair and eyes, and paler skin. Instead of speaking to any of them, she lifted the leg that was naked of a monitor, placed her foot directly in front of her butt, and wrapped her arms around her knee. She turned her head away from the group, allowing it to rest on the wall behind her, her black hair shifting with the movement.