“You know,” I say because now I’m riled up, and he’s scraping on my nerves like a cheese grater, “I’ve been in a sort of jail before. This?” I wave my arms around his celebrated prison-school. “Is freedom for me, in some ways. If I ignore the guards, and my abductors, I’m actually, for the first time in my rotten, fucking life, having a good actual time! So you’ll excuse me if I look like I’m doing okay, because in eight days, it’s all over for me and I might as well enjoy it while I can.”
I hate how trapped she feels because I am right there with her. Whatever she has right now is some sort of freedom compared to what she might have soon because people are trying to control her and she's almost powerless to stop them. Gahhh
