Locked

Chapter 3

Cassandra walked the short hallway halfway down to her room. Her black cat, Muffin, was waiting for her on her bed, like she did every other night of the week. She snuggled with her cat and started to read. She was reading for the fifth time her favorite book, The Giver. She liked this book a lot. She always imagined herself in that world: a perfect life, a good house, and parents who care about her. 

She looked around her room. It was small and the walls had plenty of holes inside them. There was mold in every corner of the room. But as she looked around, all she could see was a perfect place to live in.

Halfway through the book, she realized that she had not eaten dinner. She was too caught up with the book that she didn't notice her appetite. She got up and headed towards the kitchen where her mother was still sleeping on the couch. She made herself chicken noodle soup while trying to not wake up her mother, and headed back to her room. She continued to read her book and ate at the same time, and she began slowly dozing off. When the clock struck eleven, Cassandra was fast asleep in her bed, Muffin under one arm and her book under the other. She was dreaming the same dream that she dreamed every night.