Brenda's POV:
Emma and I remained locked up in my room.
We tried many different methods, but we still couldn't open the door.
I thought of breaking down the door, but it was very solid, and I didn't want to destroy public property on my first day of training.
When the whistling became more pressing, I started to feel anxious.
"Brenda, are we going to get in trouble because of this?" Emma started crying.
"It took me a lot of effort just to make it here. I don't want to get sent back."
"It's not that serious. Don't panic."
I patted her on the back, gently reassuring her.
We wandered around the room for quite a while.
We even considered jumping out the window, but our dorm rooms were too high up.
Jumping from that height would be courting death.
And just when we were feeling quite
