I wake up and feel icky. I'm in a room, with a bed and all my posters. Must be my room. Who took me here though? I sit up and look around the room. I didn't see anybody, but I know someone will come in and tell me who. I lay back down and try to remember what happened. Something about a baby, baby parts! I now have an interesting story to tell.
I hear footsteps outside of my room. I can't tell who those footsteps belong to. I close my eyes and try to fall back asleep. After a few minutes I couldn't do it and stood up. I opened my eyes and a random boy, yet extremely hot, was sitting in a chair by my bed. "Lay back down, Songbird." I was flattered he called me Songbird but I didn't know if it was good or bad, I'm not good with the romance. Anyways, I lay back down and I stare at him. "Who are you?" I ask. "Me? Well I guess I'm the only person in here besides you. I'm Tate, Tate Langdon," He replies. "You're cute for someone to live here, in this old house. Did I forget to mention you sing while you sleep? Its adorable." He adds to his sentence. "I- I-" As you can see, I stuttered. "I'm, Sara, nice to meet you cutie- I mean Tate." I reply. "How about you get some more rest and I'll check on you later. Then we can get to know each other better. I know we are gonna be friends for a long time, maybe even more than friends." He opens the door and walks out.
