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    A smile slowly curved the corners of his mouth. “Yes, at least.”
    At least? I’d never been one to diet and exercise. This was going to be hard. Unless I could escape sooner rather than later.
    He sat silently, apparently waiting for me to say something.
    “Okay, right,” I said. “Twenty pounds.”
    He nodded and wrote on his notepad, then looked back at me. “Now, let’s discuss the rules.”
    Here we go, I thought.
    He grabbed a sheet of paper from the top of his desk. “I’ll give this to you when you leave so you can remember them, but let’s go over the rules together.”
    “Okay.” How bad could they be?
    “First, you’re allowed to write letters to your family, but there are no phone calls and no visitors.”
    “But you said I could earn a visit.”
    “We’ll get to that. Second, you are required to keep a journal of all the food you eat. It will be checked daily against the database the cafeteria keeps. If a friend gives you any of her food, be sure to write it down. You can be sure the friend will make a note of it in her journal, as should you if you give any food away.”
    I’m going to starve in here, I thought, feeling suddenly faint.
    “You’ll turn in the food journal at breakfast each morning. You may have noticed the others doing that this morning.”
    I nodded.
    “When you get back to your room you’ll find a stack of journal pages that you can fill out each day.” He paused. “Third, you must exercise the specified number of hours assigned to you. Your chip monitors your location as well as your heart rate, so it is evident if you’re exercising or not.”
    This really is hell. Now I understood why Alyx was so upset at the idea of me doing something that would mess up when she could leave. “How many hours am I supposed to exercise each day?”
    “Two hours, just like we talked about. But you can break it up over two sessions or do it all in one. We leave that up to you.”
    Oh how very thoughtful, I wanted to say, but bit my inner lip so I could keep up my show of pretended acquiescence.
    He looked back at the paper. “Next, you must weigh yourself once each day.” He looked at me. “We leave it up to you when you want to do your weigh-in. Most people like to do it first thing in the morning. You may have noticed the scale in the bathroom.”
    Actually, I hadn’t, but whatever.
    “You will be assigned a job and you must spend six hours per day working. This is to help defray the cost of housing you.”
    Why don’t you just let me leave, I wanted to say. That would save you even more money. “What’s my job going to be?” I asked instead.
    “For now, you’ll be assigned cleaning duties. Once you’ve proven yourself there, you’ll be able to apply for one of the more desirable jobs.”
    Well, that was just perfect. Not only would I be starving and forced to exercise, I’d also have to clean up after everyone. Nice.
    “Since you’re a minor, you’re required to attend two hours of classes each day as well as get all of your class assignments done.”
    On top of everything else I had to go to school ? “How am I supposed to fit everything in?”
    He looked up in surprise. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”
    My façade of cooperation was beginning to slip. “Anything else?”
    He smiled his creepy fake smile. “We’re nearly done.” He looked back at the paper in his hands. “Absolutely no romantic relationships allowed.”
    Like I’d have time for that, I thought, frowning.
    He lifted his gaze from the paper and looked at me, his fake smile gone. “Since you’ve also been charged with a crime, you’re required to attend nightly group counseling sessions so that you can be re-educated.”
    Re-educated? What did that even mean?
    “And finally, Morgan, your whereabouts will be monitored at all times, so make sure to be where you’re supposed to be.”
    He held out the paper and I reluctantly took it. Glancing at the long list of rules, I