Jezebel looked around. There were other girls in there who were around three years younger then her.
"Who are you?" One asked.
"Jezebel."
There was a murmur throughout the girls. She stood up, rubbing the back of her neck. "I need to get out of here."
One of them laughed. "You're crazy."
Jezebel stood up. "One of my friends is in here, I'm afraid they'll kill him." She glanced around and saw the small window at the top of the building. She climbed up the bunk beds and reached, but she was too short. She jumped up a couple of times, and even with the bounce in the matress she couldn't reach. "It's too high." She sighed. She sat down and thought how she'd get out of there.