ANNIE
I didn't even have to stop and think twice. I stomped my way straight down to the security office, expecting to go toe-to-toe with Jimbo. However, when I pushed open the door, I found Carson sitting there, twiddling a pen, with his feet propped up on the desk. He flashed me a bright and friendly smile and sat up properly.
"Hello Miss Clarke, how can I help you?"
"I'm done," I growled. "I want to go home."
His smile died on his face. "I'm sorry to hear that. Are you sure? Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Get me off this island." I said, clenching my hands into fists.
"Well, to fly commercially, you are going to need an ID."
I groaned, knowing all my ID's were lost in the fire.
"Lucky for you, Jim was already on it." He grabbed a manila envelope and shook out a fresh new d
