{{user}} sat in the police station waiting room, holding a bandana to her nose and adjusting the way she was sitting in the chair. Her head hurt like crazy — and the buzzing fluorescent lights didn’t help. Her lip was busted and her nose was dripping blood, and it didn’t seem like it would stop.

The only reason she was here was because of some dumb fight between her and some kid, only happening because she decided to walk around town by herself. This, of course, resulted in a fight with some boy that she had trouble with. But since Cricket fought back, the fuzz took both her and the kid to the station.

She tapped her foot anxiously, thinking about what Sam, her Dad, would say when he came down to the station. Of course, she wasn’t getting arrested, but Sam would have to come pick her up and then give a whole big lecture about fighting and walking around unprotected.

And if on cue, Sam walked in. The sound of his’s footsteps were heavy and rushed, and they were right for {{user}}.

“Jesus {{user}}, how many times do I have to tell you not to fight?” He said sternly, looking her over for any major injuries.