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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Lena’s voice is light and tinged with the drowsiness of the morning.

“I’m going to break you.” She said. “Every single bone in your body and once you recover, I’ll do it again if I have to.”

You never actually said your name out loud to anyone, and I'm not entirely sure how I managed to find it out in the first place. I'm sure it was through the whisper chains you hear every so often in this cafe. You have a soft voice you know, it's barely audible when you say things, it's not quite what I'd call gruff or gritty, it just has this sort of toughness. It's as though you've steadily built up a defence mechanism in your voice so people don't ask you things you'd rather not answer.

The swish of the basket marks another point for my team. We cheer, and I go to high five Lauren who's closest to me.

“What are you doing here?” She looks young but her expression carries the strictness of a seventy year old librarian. She folds her arms against her chest.

I get up, and yawn I knew I had school today so I stumble to my feet. I knew my mother would be really mad at me. I run down the stairs as Nathan yells food is done. i beat my brother and my sister down the stairs because i knew they wouldn't save any food for me. as i ran down the steps i yelled through the door what we having…… i looked it was oatmeal with ham i stopped dead in my tracks i knew this was going to be nasty. i told Nathan i didn't want any he said oh you have to have some. i pout and say no thanks i hate oatmeal it's horse food. she picked me up and sat me on the chair. Nathan said you will not leave until all the food is gone off your plate my face gets red i always would like to think i was Tinkerbell off of peter pan cause

The rest of the ride was smooth and silent, at least on the outside; inside of me I felt like a soda bottle someone had shaken up long enough till it was about to explode. All the resentment I had felt for Patty had came up again on the one hour drive. I couldn’t believe her! She should’ve told me it was a dine and dash. Here I was, driving around, sticking my neck out so she can have her night of fun, and she doesn’t even bother to tell me what we’re doing.

I wouldn’t mind visiting Ireland. I wish I were in Scotland, floating on Loch Ness, fishing for eels. But from I’ve heard these places aren’t fairing much better than the old Disunited States. Things seems to be dilapidating rapidly.

Mama shoved me under Daddy's church desk, and laid on top of me with her hand over my mouth. I broke free long enough to say, "Daddy's flying away, Mama."

My trembling hands grace the alien piano keys, and I feel their coolness melt into my fingertips. Slowly, I feel myself playing my warm-up scale and listen as the gentle pressing of the keys emits clear tones that cut through the silence of the performance room. My hands, which seem now to have a mind of their own, descend the scale,and I sense my racing heart calm. I’ve played this song over and over again for months. . . I can do this. My lungs fill up with the air of a deep breath and I place both hands on my lap, patiently waiting for the judge’s voice to instruct me to begin.

Throwing my exhausted self onto a couch in the living room, I gave a heavy sigh. The vintage mildew-scented sofa seemed to absorb me into itself, pulling me in with its soft, warm cloth. I didn't want to move for a million years, no matter what the matter seemed to be.

'I had to brush the snow off of then main door's handles- which I guess was a sick reminder of how people seldom came to visit and seldom got to leave. It was an old building with what I hoped was an outdated sign. The doors were heavy and difficult to pull open, but I hadn't expected anything less. A wave of regret and cold shivers came over me as I took my first step into Winterwood. The air was dry and much hotter than the bus and for a split second I had the urge to turn around to see if it was still there. From the exact moment that I looked upon the sanitarium I had an overwhelming sense of fear. The feeling hasn't gone away since.

“Why were you so upset earlier?” I wondered aloud, referring to when he became uneasy after he described the hospital. We finally reach the end of the sterilized white halls and the entrance of a lounge area. It was sparsely decorated aside from a couple of leather chairs and a vending machine, which was pointless because nobody here needs to eat. Sitting down in one of the plush seats I narrow my eyes at Tyler, awaiting his explanation. He fidgets nervously under my gaze, shifting from side to side in his seat.

Lord, this uniform is tight. My chunky thighs are about to burst out a this thing. Mama said to watch my mouth, but this uniform is already making me snappy. I can’t believe I have to wear this thing. Isn’t my obvious black colour enough to label me as a maid. Today’s my first day, and I’m sure as hell not excited for it.

Tom and Sue bickered and bickered about who was paying until the worker snapped and said