Chapter 7

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I don't know why he thinks he can just lock me in a room, let alone a room he calls ours, without having anything in here to entertain me.

No, why does he think he can lock me in a room period. I'm not like all those little hoes his mom said he has had in the past.

Unlike them I have a mouth on me and I'm not afraid to use it.(Not in the way in know some of y'all are thinking.)

If I decide to run away I will, which I will. I have a my own friends and family, who I know are probably searching all over for me.

If I wasn't so distracted by him during the tour I would've paid more attention to all the exits in this house.

But me being me, I didn't. If he wasn't so handsome then I probably would've paid more attention. With his brown eyes and perfect smile. I wonder if he was born looking like that.

I plopped down on the bed and landed on something hard. I picked up and saw that it was a remote, but a remote to what.

I looked around the room looking for something that would need a remote. I pressed the on button and I then a tv come down from the ceiling.  

Well that's what the remote is for. 

I started looking for something to watch and stopped when I saw that Spongebob was on. I watched that for about three hours until I feel asleep. I wish I hadn't done that.

*sorry short chapter





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