Chapter 11

At ten-thirty in the morning, I had already run out of ideas for planning my escape. Being stuck in the house was suffocating me, especially since I had no idea how Tracy and the others were coping.

I opened the door, and peered out. It was either now or never. I ran a hand over my hair, feeling unsure of myself and hating it.

The house was still silent as I slipped into the hall down the stairs, finally able to look at the house.

It had the tallest ceiling I had ever seen, decorated by the most gorgeous crown moulding. Walking down the spiral staircase, I noticed another one to my right.

They both led up to the second floor and met in the middle in an imperial staircase style. I held onto the wooden barrister and felt how smooth it was against my fingers. The mansion was immaculate with white sparkling marbles. I swallowed deeply. Everything was so large, large and expensive. Overwhelmed beyond relief, I considered going back to the room.

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