Dear, please sign these papers.

One of the women stood up and brought a chair next to Amanda. She then handed her three pills and a glass of water. Once the pills were washed down, the lawyer handed a large stack of documents to the women. She opened to the first marker to be signed.

Amanda jumped when she felt Cindy's hand on her shoulder. "Oh, honey. You'll get used to me. No need to jump. I won't hurt you." She chuckled as she took her seat behind the table.

"You'll need to sign these." Her father started. "We have...um...agreed to work with...um" he was looking back and forth between Cindy, Amanda, and the other women who was still sitting.

"Clark dear, be quiet and look handsome. Good job." She looked back at Amanda. "We have agreed to work with Dr. Anne Olsen. She is a world renowned physchiatrist specializing in the field of aberrant adolescent behavior."

"I'm an adult." Amanda replied. "I have a job. I pay my bills..."

Now it was Dr. Olsen who jumped in. "Do you? Because we have your mail right here. Late notice. Late notice. Overdue. Electricity was shut off when we moved in."

"But, I went to jail and then to that detox. She made me." Now she was half standing in her student desk, angrily pointing at Cindy. What was in those pills?

"Amanda honey, you need to listen to Dr. Olsen. This won't take long at all. Then Cindy and I can take care of all of this for you."

"You can?" Amanda was skeptical. If they could take care of it, why hadn't they?

"Yes, they can. In fact Amanda, they have already done their part. They hired me." She stood up. "I am here to show the court that you are an upstanding member of the community. As soon as you can do that, you get your life back. Now sign the papers and stop wasting our time."

The woman next to Amanda was now pointing at spots that needed to be signed and initialed. Amanda didn't have time to read as the woman was flipping through.

"What sort of system is this?" Amanda asked. No one answered. She kept signing. The woman flipping and pointing. Finally they were finished but no one had answered her. Amanda raised her voice, "I said, what sort of system is this?"

The woman closed the papers and handed them back to the lawyer. Amanda felt light headed as she looked up. They were all staring at her.

"Wow, that went a lot easier than I thought." Cindy chuckled to the group. "I'll get little miss sunshine ready for pictures and meet you in the kitchen. Come on, sweetheart. Need to get you into something more appropriate."

Amanda watched as everyone except Cindy and Dr. Olsen left. Cindy was standing over her, pulling her hand to get her to stand. The pills had now set in and she felt wobbly. Dr. Olsen and Cindy helped the now very **** girl down the hall to her bedroom.

Working together they quickly undressed her, cleaned her up, and got her into a new outfit. Cindy left and returned with a wheelchair. They put the now **** girl into the wheelchair. Cindy took her to the photoshoot while Dr. Olsen grabbed some more supplies.

As they entered the room, Amanda woke for only a second. She saw backdrops like at the DMV and some other props. She tried to stay awake but the harder she tried...