Miss Love's House for Disorderly Teens

Meera gave Miss Love her Zippo and another lighter. Then she asked where her room was. "Your room is down the hall, the sixth door to the right. When you have put your stuff into your room please come to the dining room. Food is about to be served. By the way, we have a couple rules here. No fighting. Dress nicely on special field trips. Behave! Be polite! If these are disobeyed, be ready for the consequences as I will fine an adequate punishment. I will then see you in the dining room." Miss Love said. She then went out to check where the others were.

Meera scratched her head and took the big bag on her back. Her room was a pleasant one, better than she had expected and better than the one she was in, waiting for her trial. She put the bag on the fluffy bed and looked around. There were bars on the windows of her room and the window only opened a little bit. No way to escape. She thought. There was a little night stand beside her bed and she put her four cigarette packs in the drawer. She was realy hungry, the tought of going to the dining room made her tummy hurt and crave for food. She went downstairs, asked one of the people where the dining room was and opened the door to what supposedly was the dining room.