I wasn't crazy.

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When the car stopped Cara was shaking. The building looked to be abandoned but she could just see the dim light from the windows, showing there was people inside. In her mind it looked like a mixed version of a castle and a school but with no trace of dragons or students. And if there was students, she thought, they weren't friendly like the ones at her school. 

She jumped a little as her mother opened her car door and offered her hand. She wants nothing more to hold her mother's hand right now but then again she was the one making her stay here. And for god knows how long. Cara stepped out the car and past her mother to where her father stood ; his arms folded looking at the building.

"You really think I'm crazy?" she whispered to her father. In way her father has always been her favourite, as he wasn't always the serious one. He turned to her and for almost a moment looked doubtful but sighed and said "It's what your mother and I think is for the best, tiger".  For a second she almost hated him because he had used a phrase her mother would say when she would decide on something that would affect her. 

Tiger. A nickname her father gave her when she was six because she growled at her mother for not letting her get sweets at the shop. He kneeled down beside her and whispered "Calm down tiger, maybe if you apologise mama i'll sneakily buy you a lolly without her knowing". The nickname had such an meaningful hold her she couldn't hate him. But she could pretend that she did and so she walked towards the building with her parents trailing behind her.

They all stopped at the big wooden door that seemed almost 3 times as tall as she was. Her mother laid a hand on her shoulder but cara shook it off. She wasn't going to let her mother have one of those movie theater goodbyes like the ones she sees in town with their neighbors wife. She knew her mother too well. As her father was about to ring the doorbell, the big wooden door started to creak open and create a shadow of a figure, of a man.