𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗
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Jackie Karev has been different for her entire life. Even in the orphanage, she was the odd one out.
She just wasn't expecting to find her people at military school, of all places.
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𝗝𝗔𝗖𝗞𝗜𝗘'𝗦 social worker showed up about three hours after she'd been arrested. The woman seemed ruffled, like she'd just rolled out of bed–which, considering it was about five in the morning, she probably had. Her makeup was rushed and smudged, and she hadn't bothered tucking her shirt into her pencil skirt. At least she'd been quick; the last social worker wouldn't have gotten to the police station until nine, probably.
Jackie's new social worker told her to call her Rita, but Jackie hardly ever referred to her, so it didn't really matter.
Rita disappeared into a side room to try to work something out. Jackie wasn't really hopeful this time. The head of her girls' home had been trying to boot her out for years. Now that crime was confirmed (damn those hidden security cameras) it would be easy. Jackie was going to be sent to juvie.
Only about half-an-hour passed before Rita re-emerged from the closet-sized room she'd been in. Her face was stony and determined.
"Alright, Jackie," she said, strictly. "I've worked out a couple options for you. You can go to the inner city juvenile detention center, or you can apply for a full-ride to Westover Hall, the military school. I know the dean—"
"Those are my only two options?" Jackie asked incredulously.
Rita sighed. "Yes, Jackie. The police have agreed—"
"Under duress," one of the cops at Rita's elbow muttered. She silenced him with a glare.
"They've agreed to contact the judge. This doesn't even have to go to court."
"How long are my sentences?"
Jackie was testing Rita's patience, she could tell. "If you were to go to the detention center—"
"AKA prison."
Rita exhaled hard through her nose. "You would likely have a sentence longer than two years. The judge would decide that."
And two years was just too long for Jackie. In two years, she'd be fifteen, just one year away from being able to become legally emancipated.
"Alright," she said heavily. "I'll choose prison number two, please."
