She Strikes Again

"We have arrived, George," Ian announced as he gently pushed me to wake me up.

I rubbed my drowsy eyes and slowly sat up. Ian laughed lightly when he saw me, my hair sticking out in different directions and drool all over my chin. I wiped it with the back of the sleeve of my hello kitty night shirt and yawned, my mouth opening like a crocodile.

"You have slept for more than fourteen hours," Clark said in distaste as he got down the car.

I rolled my eyes, giving him the finger like I cared and followed him. My eyes roamed all over the magnificent place we were in. There was grand mansion painted a rich beige in front of us with a neat path leading to it's stairs. There were tall trees surrounding the mansion- it felt like this modern house with huge glass windows amidst a jungle. I drew in a breath, inhaling the fresh oxygen and enjoying the cool air provided by the trees. We were probably in the outskirts of the city area since this property of Clark was enormous. But then again, he w