The room was quiet.

The only sound that could be heard was the that of the distant child crying in another room.

"What have I done to deserve this?!" questioned the silently crying red-head. She has always been a good girl. Well, maybe not necessarily good, but not exactly a bad girl. A little dangerous. But that was really nothing to fuss over.

The girl looked up at the ceiling, dark and moldy. The four remaining walls weren't much different. The floor was nothing special, but better than the room, just pure concrete.

The red-head laid her back against the wall with the least mold. She pulled her legs to her chest, and closed her eyes as tight as they would go. Just seeing the pitch black was better than anything this room could offer. She let the scortching hot tears flow down her face. But the strange thing was, the burn felt good.

The only door whipped open, letting in a beam of light.

"Isabella," replied a monotoned woman. But that voice filled her ears. The first noise she has heard other than that of the dripping of whatever was the ceiling.

"It's Izzy," she quickly responded. Maybe a little too quickly. "But yes, ma'am," she added. Maybe if she showed a little respect, they (or whoever was her new guardians) would treat her a little nicer than they have. But then again, they may not even care. Maybe the choices for each girl were already made.

"Isabella, come with me then," the same monotoned woman called. Izzy got up from the black corner, brushed the dirt from her clothing, and walked to the woman. She got a closer look of the lady. Grey hair tied up in a bun, a blouse that looked like a children's nurse would wear, and an old brown skirt. She obviously didn't watch her looks too closly.

The lady walked down a corridor filled with doors. Izzy got a slight chill. The doors could have no meaning. They could have lead to rooms that held nothing fearfull, but maybe joyful. But she didn't know. She may never know.

At the end of a hallways, a large oak door was open to lead them into a room that looked more like a interrogation room. Pure white, with a microphone and a tape recording on a table. The only real piece of furnature was two plastic lawn chairs.

"Have a seat. Someone will see you soon enough," the grey haired lady said. She pointed her to the seat with the microphone facing her way.

She hesitatedly sat down in the seat. But even the cold hard plastic felt better than that of the harsh concrete. She watched the door. Even that was painted white. She waited and watched for any movement to occur, but it seemed like hours went by when still nothing happend.

She slammed her head against the tabel a few times. Her head hurt. But even that didn't make her quit. As she was in the middle of it, the door slammed open.

"Isabella," replied another woman. This woman too, wore a black bun. Her outfit was more doctory. A red blouse, dress pants, high heels, and a doctors jacket. "I'm here to help you. Every girl can be made a good one. It's just a matter of if that girl will let you. So tell me, Isabella, can I help you?" She asked.

On a normal day, she would have asked what her problem was. She was always just her. But today was a different day. A day of sorrow. A day that will fill her heart with sadness, no doubt. But she just had to survive this day without a breakdown.

"You can help me," she said with a sigh. She rolled her bright green eyes.

"Good. Now, we don't believe in calling our staff by a name. It creates bonding. And we don't want you to get too close with us. We don't want to treat you differently then the rest of the students, so, you can call me Ms 5. And I will call you Isabella, since it's your birth name," the woman who calls herself 'Ms 5' said. Izzy briefly thought of the stupidity the name held. "You and the rest of the girls will stay in the Bedding House, located directly across from this room. You will get your schedual and outifts during the Ceremony, starting in," The woman checked her watch. "7 minutes. All questions will be answered then. So now," Ms 5 got up from the plastic lawn chair. "You may follow me," she said as she went out the door, motioning for Izzy to follow her.

"Um...Ok," Izzy got up from her chair and followed the woman down another corridor that led to the outside.

The sun felt wierd. She was first in a dark room, then a white interrogation room, to the outside world. She almost forgot what the school grounds looked like.

A giant area, maybe 2 or 3 miles in length, and then again in width. Looking as far out as she could (Which was pretty far,) she noticed that the area was surronded by a chain fence. And outside the fence was forest. Hundreds of trees gave the place an enclosed feeling. Many buildings both small and large filled the land area. She immediatly noticed the room that 'Ms 5' called the Bedding House. Each building was made of brick, with ivy running on the bricks.

Wow! Even when I was on the run from the RCMP, I didn't have to live under these freaky conditions! Izzy thought.

The teacher and student arrived at the biggest building they had, located in the center of the area.

"Time for you to meet your fellow students. My advice is listen, but don't believe. Some of these girls are crazy. I shouldn't have told you that, but think about it," Ms 5 whispered to Izzy. She only rolled her eyes again before the doors off the giant building opened, revialing the Ceremony.

Time for some fun, Izzy thought, and entered through the large metal doors.