The sun was shining through my window. That's weird. I woke up without my guard screaming at me, and it's not five am. Where is she?
"Hello."
I sat up really fast. So fast it hurt my head a little when I hit it on the wall.
"Ow!"
"Oh sorry, are you okay?"
"Um, yea. Who are you exactly."
"I'm Tasia."
"Okay, and what are you doing here?"
"I'm your new guard."
"Why do I need a new guard."
"I don't know. Between you and me, it's my first day on the job."
In my head I could hear chores of angels singing. This was perfect I already had a plan on how to get out of here.
"Cool," I said. Anyway we are supposed to get ten minutes of fresh air every day, so that we stay healthy.
"Okay, when do you want to go outside?"
"Soon, after breakfast maybe."
"Okay, what do you want?"
I was getting happier with every word that left her mouth. Tasia is nice, polite, and considerate. I wonder why all of the guard sent like this?
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Traffic Jam
Ficção HistóricaPiper and her two sisters Kayla and Lily are a part of a human trafficking project they haven't seen the outside world in six years. The only thing that keeps them going is each other. Every night they work together to try and find a way out. One ni...
