Denial

Ashley sat without the benefit of a seatbelt on the uncomfortable wooden bench. Her sweaty body encased in her soaked, small uniform bounced everytime the van went over a bump. With her hands tightly cuffed, she couldn't steady herself. She imagined that she must look like a mess as her soaked ponytail bounced with each bump. Still, it couldn't be that big a deal. She would be home this afternoon or tomorrow. She just knew it. After a long drive, the van arrived at its destination. Ashley looked to the door impatiently. Best to get this over with.

Anger

"No way!" Diana yelled, stepping back out of range of the prod and assuming a more combative stance. "There's not even any fucking music."

Depression

Elizabeth was starting to despair as nothing ever seemed to happen to her besides glances from the matron. She stood up and started pacing the room, waiting with both impatience and despondence.