“My God, Allison! It’s only your first day, and you’re already causing trouble! Why couldn’t you have turned out less like your mother?” He scolded me as he continued to drag me down a long corridor that I’d never seen before.

“If you didn’t want me to turn out like mom, then maybe you shouldn’t have left me with her.” I told him.

I faught his grip and he released his hold on my collar. I stood up and shook myself off.

“Last week, I was partying with my friends” I continued, “And today, I get plucked out of the sky and pulled into a secret passageway, and you’re yelling at me like i’m supposed to be responsible for this! I have no idea what’s going on!”

“What are you talking about? Get over here. We’re calling your mother.” He walked to the end of the hallway, punched his thumbs on a key pad and a door that wasn’t there before, opened. A computerized female voice said “Good morning, Francis.” as he walked in. He turned to me.

“Well, come on.”