Dylan opened the oven slowly. Slowly but switfty. Dragging out the turkey from the hot flaming oven. The aroma of fresh mashed potatoes fills the air. Dylan observed the repeated humming of her father. He always wanted a son, but he never got what he wanted. Dylan boredly decided to list evrything about her before the upcoming thanksgiving.
"My Name is Dylan Grey, I am 16 year old. I am A girl. I am an only child..."
The leftover words fell on dylan like a boulder leaving her to wonder, what was important about her.
"My fathers name is Matthew grey, My mothers name is Katy Grey... they hate me."
Her father tapped his fingers on the i pad, over and over. Dylan thought of this as a reminder of their arguement. The breeze drifted into the room faster, and faster. But yet, the breaking of glass silenced the breeze. Tall men stormed into the room. Dylan's dad picked up her collar and threw her into a room. Not a normal room, a bunker. The wail of pain from her mother drifted through the halls, and with that, Dylan knew it was over.
