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Rachel

Rachel slowly got out of bed and but her gown on. "Might as well get this over with." she thought. She went down stairs after doing her normal routine. Her parents had told her that they needed to talk her and that she couldn't be late and had to wear her gown with her gloves and tiara. She had to do her make up for an hour. But her parents were rich so she needed to act proper. She still loved them even though they never let her out of the house and they would criticize her very move. She slowly went downstairs. There were her parents waiting patiently at the table.
"What is this about." she asked

"There has been an attack near our home."

"You mean someone attacked Australia?"

" Yes, so you are going to a safe, secure boarding school. Your stuff is being loaded into the moving van."

"No.... No..... This cannot be happening."

For the first time in Rachel's life she ran into her room and cried.