I loved yaz when I was 14/15. I can't help but relate it to my 15 year old daughter who has been court ordered to a "behavior modification" school in Utah. (for "crimes" of smoking pot and driving a scooter w/out a license). She is pretty much in a "tough love" boot camp, mormon run, detention. And She hasn't earned phone privileges yet. All I can do is write her, send her photos from home, and hope she gets them. Also waiting for a letter from her. She needed help. And healing and therapy, but not this. I feel like she's alone and scared and lost. In the "system"