I'm… home? Or, my parent's house, I guess. I really shouldn't be here, what if they find me? What if they see me with my galactic hair and my favorite yellow sundress? Speak of the devil, guess who's stomping down the hall? They've found me. They're screaming, but I can't tell what they're saying. I try to run, but my legs won't move. I'm stuck. I'm stuck I'm stuck I'm stuck why can't I run I need to leave I need to get out- I wake up, in tears and cold sweat. It's 6:15 am. I take a few deep breaths and wipe the tears and sweat out of my eyes. I swear on my life that I'll never go back there ever again...