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Toralay could not decide what irritated her more: cold, damp or unknown. In an iron container, where she was stuck during the trip, it was so dark that even the little bird could barely see her body. And there it was terribly crowded. Torah once again jumped, trying to find at least a little comfortable position: This time it was on its back, half-bent legs rested against the ceiling, and the tail hammered into a corner. To the point of view of criminals there was no one to do anything at all. Torah stretched out her hands and touched deep scratches on the lid. She tried to get out many times. The walls did not seem strong, but, apparently, it was pressed down from above. Most likely, the same box. Just in case, she scratched again, but nothing happened. With a distressed sigh, Toralay gently touched to handcuffs squeezing her wrists. From awkward movements again blood appeared. But nothing. It will heal. She was most interested in the place she was being taken to.

She knew something about this place. "Correctional school for socially dangerous teenagers" was on an island in the middle of the ocean. High walls, barbed wire, overseers ... This is a prison, if not was be one "but". Despite the fact that in fact it was a prison, it was possible to get a good education here and other joys of life. Something like a second chance.

Toralay did not believe in miracles, but she had a chance, it was worth a try. Anything is better than a real prison. Only behavior rules there are unlikely to be different. Overseers still almost did not care. Too serious there bosses, so they allow themselves something superfluous. A real headache was her future classmates. As soon as they passed the first, most careful observation, for sure, will begin the struggle for power and division into kings and outsiders. The first did not represent any interest for the Toralay: she was not a coward, but she did not want to beat the queen either, because her responsibility was too great. But she was not going to become a loser, a scapegoat. Perhaps it was worth to designate myself like "My hut on the edge", but in this case her opinion will not be considered at all, and this also did not suit her. There was something like entering the privileged class, but not taking too much.

With a cry, Torah typed herself into the wall of the box. Apparently, they were in a storm and the ship tilted on the wave. Shivers ran down his spine: Tora felt disgust and a drop of fear. But she did not give herself a thought about the quality of the ship's construction, having returned to thinking about her future life.

Unfortunately, so far, any plans were almost useless. Too many factors depended on what kind of monsters she would have to meet, what they would afford and, most importantly, what they would allow her. So, having designated only the desired result, Torah turned over on her side, curled up in a ball and tried to fall asleep. When there is a meeting with potential enemies, you can not be tired