I pulled you by the arm down the hall out of solitary confinement, those dark black empty rooms made to punish the kids whom had done wrong. So why were you here again for the third time this month.. I hated how well the training had killed your spirit, a once burning flame no just ash that was left on your purely white cloths, no shoes no socks. and it was freezing in here, how were you not dead yet your thin t-shirt and shorts that went to your knees were no help to the cold rooms of the 'Box'. I glare down at you your pace trying to keep up as I drag you by the arm. "how many times must I tell you, Stay out of the rooms in the back of 13-15!"