From a Prison Cell to a Lakehouse ( Private )

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    . Dorothy .
    She was a little surprised at those words but she smiled and replied back with " Thank you "


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    " Dorothy, but you can call me Lions " she says with small shrug.


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    When the door was shut on the three of us, I stood up without a single word. The murderer was a b-tch, the robber seemed too nice, the drug guy was arrogant. I raised an eyebrow and began to look around the room, running my fingers over the walls and checking for weak points. The building seemed well-made.

    Suddenly a voice came from a voice could be heard. "Don't look to hard. There are guards outside and security cameras in every room." Said a policeman on the announcement speaker on the far high wall. "You will find your bedrooms upstairs. To prevent any childish debates, your room will have your name on the door. Remember, we are watching." Carol rolled her eyes. "Aww, I was gonna be a saint anyway!" She said, standing and going up the large stairs to check out the hallway with the rooms.

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    . Dorothy .
    I watch as the girl searches the walls, I never really thought of escaping.
    I go up stairs and walk along the hallway until I find my name on a bedroom door. I open it and look around it, pretty bland. I sigh and sit down on my new bed. It's hard to think this is my life now. I look up at the ceiling and rub my shoulders.


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    [justify]i, smoothing down the folds in the disgusting black dress i'd been made to wear, followed the murderer upstairs to look for my room. when i found it, i went inside and sat down on the bed, looking around. i sighed and buried my head in my hands, acting depressed.[/justify]

    She looked around her room and chuckled. The windows were boarded up as well as an extra security camera in her room. "Smart f***ers." She muttered, snapping her fingers in defeat. She plopped down on her bed, sighing. This bites.

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    . Dorothy .
    I run a hand through my slightly greasy hair and sigh. The only light coming into the room was through the window, that was boarded up. I get up and I go across the room to s cupboard. Once opened I find a small bag with more dull clothes stuffed into it. I mutter a swear and quickly begin digging through the bag. Where is it? Where is it?


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    She sighed. Since the cops thought she was dangerous, her windows were boarded up extra, and nothing that she could use to her advantage was in her room. Just a bag of white t-shirts and black sweatpants, and a large cheap bed. D***, these guys were good.

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    Once the bags contents were across the ground, I stopped. It wasn't there. My mother's beautiful necklace had been taken from me.
    I can't help it. Tears begin pouring down my cheeks. I sit down against the wall and hug my knees as the tears fall. I try not to sob too loudly. The people the I lived with were dangerous, best to be careful I guess.
    I couldn't help but cry, it had been the one bit of my old life I had left, and now it was gone.


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    Suddenly a knock came from Dorothy's door. "Hey, Lion? You in there? I'm bored and you're the only person here who doesn't annoy the s*** out of me!" Called Caroline from outside the door.

    (( Basically, we found out that there are security cameras everywhere and guards so we can't escape. The windows are boarded up in the bedrooms, which are upstairs. And now Caroline is trying to get Dorothy's attention, unaware that she is crying because she lost her mom's necklace.))

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    Dante starred out his door which was slightly ajar. This is so boring.. He got up ad liked the door open looking for someone to talk to."Hello?" He said looking around for people.
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    She sighed, accepting the fact that Dorothy, or Lions as she was supposed to call her, was too busy at the moment. She wondered around the hallways, practicing her sign as she walked.