Anna
I wake with a jolt.
What time is it?
Father hates it when I am late.
I glance around for my clock on my small nightstand but don't see it. In fact, I can't see anything. I try to lean forward but quickly hit my head on something above me. I try and get my bearings right and realize I am in some kind of box. I feel around for something, anything to indicate what I am supposed to do, what my mission is, but get nothing.
I want to cry out for my parents, I want to shout out for my brother, but I know that will only lead to a punishment. I cannot give in.Father wants to show me something, teach me something, I just need to survive long enough to know what that is.
A rocking sound jolts me again and I realize that is what originally must have woken me up. A small light shines thro
