The Van

My cat.

I look outside at the pool again, they never said I couldn't go back outside to the pool again. I smile and walk over to Michael, to ask a question, thinking no matter what I asked I could get a yes or an explanation out of him. When I go to his room, I knock on the door. I hear a small shuffling but then a "come in!".

When I walk in, he's sitting at a desk, writing things down on a sheet of paper. He looks up at me and does the dog thing where he turns his head to the side,"those are you-"

"I know they aren't my clothes, they're someone's by the name of Natalie, who is that? I need to know this kind of information."

"No you don't, it's none of your business who she is now go away, unless you have other questions to ask then go on." He says, sounding a little annoyed and mad. No matter how early I've met him, I didn't expect him to be rude like that, I've never seen him like that, so for Michael to react like that kinda hurts my heart.

"Um right, well, I was wondering if she happened to have a bathing suit so I could go swimming again." I say with a little more tone to my voice, hoping it would lighten up the mood. It obviously didn't.

"No, she didn't. Go away Isabelle, I'm in the middle of a very important email."

I shrug it off and walk away, it's not like him to do that, but I try not to pay too much mind to it. I grab the towel I used previously and sit it beside the pool, flat like. I then, proceed to sit on it, sticking my foot into the water, I find this the better.

I have no clue where we are, how long it took for us to get here, where I would begin to think of a place to start my escape. Knowing these guys they already gave the backwoods memorized, and probably know every backstreet in the city at least 2 miles away from the house they are staying in. Not that if even try it because I'm not even close to being fit for it.

I black out for a moment and let my inner personalities have another argument with each other as I come to a realization, my mom is allergic to cats, so is my dad, my sister is 3 states away, WHOS GOING TO FEED MY CAT!

     I immediately jump up and run to Michael screaming over and over again "who's gonna feed me cat!"