Mr. & Mrs. Young (lisamcmann)

Mr. & Mrs. Young (lisamcmann)

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I twisted my hair into a ponytail, tucking it under my cap and lowering the brim. Then I took a final look around the room full of strangers, wondering which of them would help me escape, and which would try to kill me. With only 15 minuets' left until I'm on my own in this world I had no choice but to smile.

"Ms. Young ... Your hat!" The middle aged woman said in a stern voice, all while giving me a death glare.

"Sorry." I said plain and simple pretending as if I were really going to move it when in reality my hair was so frizzy under this hat it was no way that was going to happen.

"So. Chelsea--" A voice beside me said breaking me out of my thoughts.


"Did you do it yet?"

"I don't think I know what you're talking about."

"I think you do. We only have less than fifteen minuets."

"Yes! Okay, I did it. Happy?"

"No yet." The boy said elbowing me in the shoulder as we both turned our attention back to the speaker.

"And that's why I say ... don't forget who...

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