Leda slumped on the black leather seats of the limo, burrowing her body as far as it could go into the cool fabric. Crossing her pale arms over the stomach portion of her tank top, the delinquent merely said, ”Roll up the divider.”, the tone holding a menacing quality to it. Immediately, the driver, choosing to avoid the conflict that would ensue if he didn’t follow her orders, pressed the button, Automatically, a thick sheet of blackened glass slide up, separating the back and front proportions of the vehicle. Once secluded from the her deliverer to hell, Leda let out an annoyed sigh. Stupid parents.. what the hell?! Sending me to a delinquent camp! What the f$$k did I ever do!? Sure, I mean, I did send that kid to the hospital... and 13 others...... and I broke her nose... and his arm.... but I mean really?! It isn’t that big of a deal! Lilly could have con-. Immediately, the delinquent's outraged thoughts were halted at that traitorous word. A lump rose up within her throat as her train of thought did a backtrack. Lilly. echoed that one word, continuously replaying.
Soon enough, the limo had stopped and Leda was being ushered out into the sun. Immediately, the watery sunlight begun to attack her crystal blue optics with it’s painful UV rays and intensity. Curling a lip in hateful disgust, the girl merely put on a pair of simple black Ray Bans before crossing the gravel parking lot, her butler following in close suit. ”You said my bags have been delivered already?” came her biting tone, the small man nodding a tad bit too quickly. Reaching the front door, Leda merely lifted an eyebrow of questioning surprise seeing the security guards stand there.
Taking the clue of what she meant, one imposing figure looked at the other before opening the door. Passing through the frame, her body walking with a commanding and attention grabbing grace (something of which she had learned from her time modelling), the violent delinquent strolled up to the welcome desk. Speaking up, demanding the attention of the stout woman who was busy typing away, Leda clipped out. ”Adela-Rose Quinn.”. Taking this as a clue to bring out her papers, the rather short man that had escorted the Quinn here pulled out a file-folder, all of Leda’s documents and passports neatly sealed away. Cautiously eyeing the teen, the woman from behind the desk slowly reached forward to take the folder, wariness shining in those dark brown eyes. Heh.. might as well as stamp: I don’t trust anyone here: on your forehead lady.. I wonder, is everyone here spineless? hissed her thoughts, each word dripping with scorn. Boredly, the female malefactor eyed the disbelief that appeared in the secretary’s eyes, a smirk playing on Leda’s rosey-pink colored lips. So it’s either A) she found out I’m a model or B) she saw my history.. heh their reaction’s never get old~ came her gleeful thoughts seeing the woman repeatedly glance up from the papers to study Leda before quickly returning her gaze to the file.
It had taken them what seemed like forever to check in.. even longer to go through security. They hadn’t believed her when Leda protested she had no weapons on her.. but then again, when she went through the metal detector; it went off like crazy. Of course, being the idiots they were, Leda had to go through the detector about 10 times before receiving a pat down. However, here she was now, standing a few feet beyond the checkpoints, unsure what to do or where to go. What useless people.. not even giving me any direction on where to go! God.. I swear. seethed the outraged voice, her crystal blue eyes scanning from behind her shades before spotting a another teenager a few feet away.