Clarie: Something's Wrong

I woke up in the same bed, same bed as yesterday, and the day before. The bed above me creaked. "Alison, is that you?" I asked Nervously. "No, It's the one armed man. Who else would be in my bed??" Alison answered with sarcasm. The door to our room slid open, my head turned fast with fear. Ms. Tanner, the Orphanage owner came with her clip board "Alison" She spoke. "Here!" she yelled with excitement. "Claire" she said next. "Present, Ms. Tanner" She walked to the next room. "Hey!" Alison said, as she hopped down from the latter. I ignored her and pulled out my book 'Arabian Nights' "Hello?" she said again. "Yes, How may I assist you Mr. One-armed man?" I replied with my nose dug into a book. "We should--" she was cut off by the speakers that were used for announcement's "Claire, Please make your way to my office" Ms. Tanner's voice echoed in my head. I slowly walked down the stairs, my whole body was trembling, tingles down my spine. I took a deep breathe. I opened the door.. and..