A guard grabbed Mia's arm and dragged her to the group therepy room. "Epitrepste mou na pao ilithia froura!" She yelled in Greek as she struggled to get away from him. "Na este itycheros pou den boro na anavoun foties!" She yelled again her eyes filled with anger.

((Translations: 
Epitrepste mou na pao ilithia froura! = Let me go stupid guard!
Na este itycheros pou den boro na anavoun fo̱ties! = Be lucky that I can not light fires!))