I must keep digging. My parents are dead, and I must carry on their legacy. I will have to live their monotonous, practically dead meaningless lives.
I dug everyday. I dug after school and I dug before school. On every weekend. On every holiday.
I even dug on Christmas.
Now, I must dig too. That cursed wretch! She ruined my grandfather's, my mother's and my own life! I never even got to go to Girl Scou-
Girl Scouts! That's it! Make people dig! And they'll pay for it! But.... Will parents send their daughters here? What about their sons. No.... It must be something people don't have a choice for. Yes. A prison!
One Year Later, at the woman's house...
Ms. Walker, the government didn't authorize the prison. They had another idea though!
The other idea, you moron!
Uh, right. They said they can make a juvenile facility. Just one thing? Would they dig hard enough?