Becca's POV
Three days...
That's how long it took before someone informed me what was going on.
I sat in this small, concrete box with five other girls my age for three days, getting used to only watching TV or reading religious books and attending small group meetings with people who came with their church group to "show me the right path."
Three days of being insulted by my roommates just for complaining about the lack of privacy or being unable to watch the news.
The first day, I introduced myself to the other girls and tried to act like what they were saying was important to me. It wasn't, but they didn't need to know that. Unfortunately, Tamara, a dark- skinned, dark-haired girl of about 17, the leader of the group, seemed to be able to see right through me. She basically told
