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...