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Chapter Thirteen: Dreams

The room was misty, and kind of vague, I walked passed the bed and over to the bassinet. I didn't have control over my body, I felt like a puppet, small and controlled. When I reached the bassinet I went on my tiptoes because I was to short to see over the edge. But instead of it being empty as I expected, a newborn baby girl laid asleep on her back. 

The room slowly faded away until I was left standing in the kitchen. My feet were small, bare, and cold. I walked over to the door and opened it slowly as a little boy called my name off to the left and disappeared around the hallway corner. 

It must have been Mark. 

A big burly man was standing at the door with a tall prim lady holding a clipboard perched behind him. She stepped forward and asked in an icy voice.

  "Are you Alexis darling?" Her voice was cold and I took a step back. 

 "Yah." I replied backing into the house. 

She took my hand and walked further into my house. I followed her into my parents bedroom and over to the bassinet. She pulled Amy out with a scary grin plastered on her face. 

 "If only I could find Marcus. They're expecting him at the orphanage to. " She said under her breath. 

 "Alexis, do you know where your friend Mark is?" 

 "N-no."I stammered, pulling my hand out of hers. 

 "I guess I'll just send the officials to find him then." She huffed, walking out of the room.

 "Come on Alexis" she called. 

But I wouldn't move. 

 "Ally come." She barked, getting colder. 

Amy cried from inside the crook of her arm. 

 "Alexis. Alexis Alexis..." The voice became sweeter and I awoke with a start.

Amy was standing beside the bed with chocolate smeared across her face. 

 "Mark made chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast if you want some!" She piped.

I ran my fingers across her cheek and said 

 "I'll be there in a minute Aim. Tell Mark to make mine extra chocolaty." I smiled as she ran out of the room.

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I pulled myself upright in bed and rubbed my temples. I had a pulsing headache but got out of bed anyway. 

In the kitchen Mark was flipping pancakes on a hot skillet and Amy was digging her face into a huge pile of heavily syrup-ed pancakes. 

The last time she had had pancakes was her sixth birthday when I had managed to find just enough money to buy her some pancakes at a little diner in town. They had instantly become her favorite food.

Mark handed me a plate and I grunted my thanks. 

 "Well aren't you just a little ray of sunshine this morning." Mark smirked. 

I was really getting to hate that smirk. 

 "Thanks" I replied grabbing a fork and knife off the counter. 

I sat down at the table and started on my pile. He sat down across from me and lathered peanut butter on his. 

 "I found out Amy really likes pancakes." He said putting emphasis on the word really and throwing Amy a teasing smile. 

She looked up and gave him a chocolaty grin. I smiled and kept eating. 

 "So how'd you sleep last night?" Mark asked.