It
 was a stormy winter evening. The bare tree branches whistled in the
wind and the soft white snow flowed like music. It was dark outside and
it seemed like everything was covered in white, lighting up the evening.
 However, the blue hue that hovered above the snow seemed to make the
snow-reflected light fade a tad. The wind blew harder. With
a screech and a moan, it blew branches off of trees and spun
the snow in spirals. The snow was dancing to the horrid
winter, teasing and playing. It was beautiful but dangerous. The winter
air nibbled on exposed skins, making its place in London's
history. Today was the worst storm London had in centuries. It was also
the 3rd day of December, which meant the last ship sailing to America
for the rest of winter. "All aboard!" Shouted a husky voice that was
strong enough to out stand the fierce winter. After that the packs of
people, that were stuffed in their winter apparel, moved slowly to get
in the warmth of the huge boat. Most of the people were kids from 12 -
18. They were most likely getting shipped off to America because they
were troubled kids or they were getting shipped to boarding school
because that was what their parents thought best. Even the crew were
young, their age ranged 15- 20. However, the ship wasn't just filled
with thousands of kids, there were adults too, though they hardly
affiliated themselves with kids, for they stayed on the top portion of
the ship that was mainly for the adults on a cruise. The lower sections
of the ship were for the gentlemen and ladies who were under 20. Each
kid had his/her own room, though the size of it depended on what class
you were (upper, middle or lower). So now for the rest of the 16 weeks
the kids have to live in each of their class, love and hatred coming and
 going.