Chapter 1

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Vivian's P. O. V.

As I walked along the sidewalk heading home from school, I kept on having this weird feeling inside of my stomach that just wouldn't go away. "Paranoia..." I thought. But some part of me didn't believe it. I started to sweat and occasionally twitch because of the feeling and started to walk faster. I know somethings behind me and half of me screamed "TURN AROUND!!!" but the other side screamed "DO NOT LOOK BEHIND YOU AND RUN!!!". But I turned around and to my relief, there was nothing there except for a bench and a trash can. "I'm getting all worked up for nothing..." I grumbled to myself as I reached my neighborhood. As soon as I crossed the street, I ran home, shut the door, and locked it. I sighed and decided to go and take a shower and get all this paranoia gone.

~After the shower~

I put on a plain black t-shirt and gray sweat pants and headed downstairs to see if mom was home. "Mom? You home?" I yelled. "Yeah sweets, I'm in the kitchen making dinner!" She yelled back and I smiled at the thought of what she'll make next. Although, I still had that feeling and I think my mom guessed it by my facial expression. "Are you okay Hun? You look pale." She said as she unloaded the dishwasher. "Yeah, I'm fine. Let me unload and you can start on dinner." I cheerfully said and she smiled. "Okay, that's fine."

After I got almost all of the dishes out, there was a knock on the door. "I'll get it!" I chuckled and ran for the door. I opened it and 2 police officers were standing there. "Hello ma'am, is there a Patricia Richards home?" The male police officer asked. "That would be me," My mom said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "What do you need officers?" She asked. "Well, we are here to arrest you for possession of drugs.He said and I looked back at my mom in confusion. "Y-you must be mistaken sir." Mom said and I looked back at them. "Well, we have a picture of you right here and this address so I don't think so." The female officer showed us a paper and she was right. A picture of my mom was on the sheet and the address and her 'crime'. "Your going to have to come with us Ms. Richards."

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