Chapter 2
I wake up earlier than usual this morning. I don't know what time it is because I don't have a clock. I get clothes on and walk to the door. It's dark my cell because the lights don't come on until eight.
I blindly walk through the hall when someone grabs my ankle. I fall and look over, half expecting it to be Chris pulling a prank on me, but the hand belongs to a person from behind the bars.
I don't think that anyone in the dungeon has actually committed a crime to even be in here. I don't know why my uncle put them in there.
"Be careful," says the voice, witch sounds like a old woman. "Something terrible is going to happen," she pauses. "Don't disobey them again or they might even kill you."
"My uncle wouldn't do that," I say half believing it half not.
"You better hope so," she says, "I'm not going to tell you much right now, but I will tell you this. They are not who they seem to be," the woman looks away and stares at the wall, and she whispers. "Now go. This conversation never happened."
She lets go of my ankle and I quickly get up and brush myself off then speed walk to the stairs, That was weird, 'they aren't who they seem to be,' what in the world does that mean?
I reach the top and finally see light. The dungeon is the only place in the castle that doesn't have lights on all night. But the castle at this time is still not as lit as it is in the morning.
I walk towards the kitchen, looking over my shoulder to make sure no one's following me.
I make it to the kitchen without anyone noticing me. I practically run to the cabinet. I find some pop tarts. I don't put them in the toaster, because I don't want to make a lot of noise.
I open the package, and eat them in five seconds. I make sure I didn't leave a mess. I walk to the trash can and quickly through away the rapper.
"What are you doing?"
I whirl around and see Martha standing in the doorway. She gives me the same disgusted look she always gives me, but with a hint of suspicion.
"Getting a drink," I say. It's only a half lie. I was, in fact, just now getting a drink.
She isn't satisfied. "Why is there a crumb on the floor?" she asks.
"Oh, I see there is a crumb on the floor," I say, leaning down to pick it up. "I must have missed it yesterday when I was sweeping."
She continues with her suspicious look.
"What?" I ask and leave the kitchen.
She follows me. "So why did you get up so early?"
"I already told you, I was getting a drink."
"Well then, are you going back to your cell?" she asks trying to get the real reason I was up.
"Already up, why go back?" I say trying to avoid talking.
"Well in that case, I need you to do something for me," she says, losing her suspicious look and is replaced with desperation.
"Why would I do that?" I asks, suspiciously, "What's in it for me?"
"Ummm... you... uhh... I'll... hmmm..." she stammers. "Ummm... I'll let you have breakfast tomorrow."
"Okay," I say unsure.
"I won't tell dad!" she says desperately, "I'll wake you up at six thirty and you can eat some breakfast. I might even make it for you."
