The councelor dragged the three out the school. People passing by stared at the poor girls, the collars on their necks not even allowing them to cry for help. As they reached the park, the woman loosened the chain, the three girls gasping for breath.
"Here we are, girls!" the councelor squeaked in disturbingly cheery voice. "Your job is to clean up this park!" She handed each of them a small garbage bag.
"Seems easy enough," Ammie panted. But as she looked up, there were cans, napkins, wrappers, bottles, and rotting food as far as the eye could see.
"Oh you have to be kidding me," Sandra choked.
"Go on now, girls, there's garbage that needs cleaning!" the coucelor said with a smile. And so the girls sent out to work.
"Ammie, do you have anything that could help us get out of here?" Sandra whispered.
"Sorry, Sandra, all my stuff is back at school." Ammie replied grimly. "What about you, Gemma?"
Gemma's eyes popped up, and she smiled wide.
"I think I can get us out of here." she whispered. She quickly looked back at the councelor, who was sitting on a bench reading. Then she reached into her pocket, pulling out a small hair curler.
"I always keep this handy," Gemma said. "Now Sandra, Ammie, hold still."
She put the curler into the small crack between Ammie's head and the collar, and tugged with all her might. The collar snapped. Gemma looked back. The councelor was still reading, unalarmed. Gemma went to Sandra, snapping her collar off easily.
"Now one of you get my collar off." Gemma said. Ammie stepped up, taking the curler in hand, and breaking off the collar.
"Sorry about your hair curler," Ammie said, holding out the busted curler.
"It doesn't matter," Gemma said. "We just gotta get out of here." And so the three ran as fast as their legs would take them. Unfortunatly, it wasn't very quiet. In seconds the councelor was running after them, another leash in her hands.
"Oh no!" Sandra shrieked. "She's after us! Run faster!"
But unfortunatly, they soon succumbed to their tiredness, slowing down and then stopping. The councelor had reached them.
"YOU GIRLS ARE GONNA CLEAN THAT PARK, AND YOU ARE GONNA LIKE IT!!" she bellowed, her face reddening. Her face was all scrunched up, baring her teeth. Then she switched back to happy mode, her wide smile returning.
"Now let's go back and clean up that park!" she squeaked happily, raising the leash. The three offered no resistance as the deranged councelor put the leash back on, and dragged them back to the park.