Locked

Chapter 4

In the morning, her mom woke up to sounds of crying babies in the apartment above. As she made her way to the kitchen she quickly glanced in her daughter's bedroom and found The Giver sitting on her bed. She frowned and made her way to the kitchen, where her daughter was sitting at the table, eating breakfast.

"How long have you been up?," she asked grumpily.

"Ever since six in the morning. I also made you breakfast," she replied.

Cassandra was up and about with the breakfast. She had made her mother whole wheat pancakes, with whatever they had in their shelves.

"Cassandra," her mom said "I don't want you reading that book anymore."

"What book?" she replied.

"You know what book, don't play stupid with me. It is starting to give you hallucinations about your life, our life."

Cassandra didn't respond, she didn't care. She knew she wasn't hallucinating. She had read that book over and over until she could analyze every sentence, every word in the book. And every time she read that book, it changed her, but she couldn't and wouldn't admit it.