Prologue


"Daddy?" Jamie asked, whispering so the faceless men couldn't hear them.
"Shh, I know this is scary baby, but I need you to listen to me." He said, picking her up of the ground.
The moon wasn't out tonight. It was hiding. The forest was like a maze of darkness with endless dangers.
"Daddy, are those the same men who hurt mommy? The ones that made it so she had to go to Heaven and be an angel before she was suppose to?"
Her father stared at her for a moment, worrying about his baby. He had already lost his wife, if he lost his baby girl too, he didn't know what he'd do.
"Yeah, they are, baby. Listen, daddy needs you to do something. Do you think you can, Jamie?" He whispered.
"Ok, what do I do?" She asked.
"I need you to go back to town and get the Chief of police for me. I want you to get him and bring him back here. Tell him I'm with the men who hurt mommy, and that he has to come right away. Can you do that?" He whispered, wanting desperately to grab her and make a run for it. But his stubborn pride was preventing him from going after the ones who had taken his Susan from him.
"You can't come with me?" She asked, instantly scared of having to leave him with the faceless men.
"No, baby, but Chief Renaldo will listen to you. When I say go you run, ok? No arguing, no waiting, you run, and run fast, baby."
"Ok." She said, promising to herself that she would come back in time to keep daddy from having to be an angel early too.
"Wait here." He said, slipping deeper into the shadows. A moment later he appeared at the edge of the clearing, his only a weapon being Jamie's old wooden baseball bat.
"Hey! Who are you?" One of the faceless men demanded.
"My name is Ralf Foster," He answered calmly, now that he had every one of the men’s' attention. "And I'm Susan Foster's husband. You are?"
"My name is Budd, and I'm going to have to kill you." The biggest one said, moving to stand right in front of Ralf.
"I'm not scared of you. And I'm not going to run." Ralf answered, looking toward her, giving the signal in a subtle but risky fashion.
"Oh? Well, that just means your stupid."Budd said.
Jumping up and turning on her heel, Jamie heard the sounds of men grunting, heard her father scream, her a gun go off, but didn't once look back. She had to get to Chief Renaldo, and save daddy.
Before she was out of hearing range though, she heard another shot, and another, then she heard Budd say; "Not so tough now, are you?" Another shot accompanied the words, and Jamie knew she was too late. But she couldn't stop running.
She ran straight to the Chief of police and grabbed his hand, yelling her excuses as she pulled on him. Then telling it calmly when he and the rest of the cops came back with a big black bag.
She knew daddy was in the bag, but she didn't cry. She stood there with her head held high, but one lonely tear escaped her blinking lashes to slip down her cheek when Renaldo put a hand on her shoulder.
She would never cry another tear, she vowed to herself, not even on the day she would die. Crying was for the weak, and she wasn't weak. She was six, but she was tough as nails. She wouldn't cry.
She wouldn't, no, couldn't.
She couldn't cry, never again.


Chapter One


Jamie woke from the dream in a cold sweat, as usual. But this time it had been different, she hadn't just heard the gunshots, she'd felt them.
One bullet to the right knee, then the left, then, after Butt's little comment, the final one...straight through the heart.
The same dream for almost twelve years. One more week of it and it would be exactly twelve years.
Ever since the night of the death of her father, she had had the same dream over and over, every night of every month, of every year. Nothing else, not when she was moved to a foster home, not when both her new parents committed suicide, not when Ana adopted her, never, it was always the same dream.
Slowly she recovered her breath and looked at the clock, with its blood read numbers. It was two in the morning, two thirteen if you wanted to be picky about it. Jamie didn't, she really never cared for specifics.
Ana would be asleep still, so she was free to prowl the house as she usually did after The Dream. Ana didn't mind it, she never had.
As Jamie got up and dragged on the jeans she had beside her bed and remade her bed with it's black comforter and sheets, putting the little dark blue pillow in the middle of the bed. Ana had bought it for her the first week she had been here, she had been ten, and Ana had foolishly sought to change her taste.
Closing her door behind her, Jamie made her way down the stairs to the living room to go through the books on the mantel above the fireplace.
She had never really understood Ana, with her love of light, solid colors, her interest only in books of mothers and they're children. Her dislike of dark colors and undisguised repulsion of spilled blood.
But, no matter their differences, Ana was her only friend. ‘Friend’ might not have been the best description, but it was a description. Ana had tried to be a mother to her, had tried to replace the one Jamie had lost. But no one could take Jamie’s mother’s place, no one.
Jamie knew that her looks weren't what kept most people away.
She had a classic kind of beauty. Long, wavy, black hair, usually up in a ponytail. Big almond shaped eyes, that were a mixture of blue and violet. A straight, pert, nose. Tanned skin, that came from her Apache grandfather, soft to the touch. She had long, curvy, legs, her nails were very nicely manicured (it was the only thing Ana did insist on) and she was slim with lightly toned muscles.
What kept most people away, was the fact that those blue-violet eyes held a barely reined in temper, and a very simple way of showing it. When Jamie didn't like someone, she made it a point to let them know it.
There were many ways to provoke the temper she just barely held in check, one of the most common was for someone to give her an order. No one did that, unless they were looking for a fight, and a bloody one at that. Ever since her fathers death, she had not taken orders, and, she remembered with a smile, the last person stupid enough to think they could boss her around learned that lesson real quick.
She couldn't stop the laughter that spilled from her as she remembered the poor fellow. He had been on two dates with her and decided that he wanted to introduce her too a few of his friends. So, for they're third date, he had had a party, and invited every one of his friends. About half way through the party, He decided he and his friends wanted drinks, so, he had told her to go get them. Big mistake. When he ordered her to after they fought about it, she went and got the drinks. She had walked up to him, and tapped his shoulder. He had turned around and earned a face full of root beer for his efforts.
To make matters worse, for him, his parents walked in right after she had finished her little stunt with the soda. They had been furious with him for throwing a party without they're consent. To bad for him they had gotten that 'anonymous' phone call. After they had cleared everybody out, they had thanked her for the call, and congratulated her on her aim with the soda.
That night had been the highlight of the year.
Served him right, she thought, as she remembered the look on his face when she had sprayed him with the soda. She was standing there laughing when Ana came in, looking rathe flustered and more than a little confused.
"Is something wrong, Jamie?" Ana asked, coming to stand next to her cautiously.
"No, sorry if I woke you, Anastasia." She said, pulling herself together.
"Jamie, I thought we had gone over this. You may call me Ana, but never Anastasia. It is far too formal for my liking, you have been living with me for almost eight years next week."
"Sorry, Anasta-"
Ana cut her off with a raise of her silver-gray brow.
"I mean, Ana. I'm sorry, Ana." Jamie said.
"Much better. Now, do tell me, what is it that is so humorous?"
"I was just remembering The Great soda boy party. Remember?"
"Yes actually, I do remember. Why did you spray that young man with soda, Jamie?"
"He told me to go get him and his friends drinks, but I told him no, so we got into a fight, and I sprayed the soda in his face for revenge." She explained, grinning wickedly.
"Oh really, Jamie. You must learn to control your temper better. It wouldn't have wounded your pride very much to-"
"To what? Let him boss me around? Let him think he was in charge of me? Ana, it was more than just my pride. It's a way of life, no, it's my way of life." Jamie said, crossing her arms over her breasts and glaring out the window. Seeing a faceless man with a gun.
Ana sighed sadly and gave up, they had had this argument hundreds of times since Ana had adopted her. It usually ended in tears for Ana and less dignity for Jamie.
Ana walked into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. They were both already up so why not just go ahead and get a head start on the day?
"Jamie, since your up, why don't you go get ready for school, maybe today you'll actually be able to not get sent to the principal, then we'll eat and just...." She trailed off.
"Just go on about our separate business and ignore each other." Jamie finished for her, turning to walk up the stairs. Before she could escape, Ana spoke from the bottom of the stairs.
"Was it The Dream again, Jamie? The one with the faceless men with guns?" Ana spoke so quietly, that, if Jamie hadn't been waiting for her to aske, she wouldn't have heard her.
"It always is, isn't it?" Jamie said, sweeping a hand through her long hair, a rare action she did when she was anxious.
"I'm so sorry, Jamie. I wish there was something I could do to help."
"To bad no one can do anything to help isn't it? Poor Jamie, hah! I'm used to it, besides I think it's fading. It wasn't as bad this time." She lied, hoping to atleast calm Ana down a bit.
Ana only smiled sadly, seeing straight through the lie. Jamie didn't know how she did it, but she was able to walk to her room calmly on steady legs. As soon as the door closed behind her, she sagged agianst it for a moment.
Atleast now she only had to put up with school and work. She had an after school job at the Fast Forward Cafe in town. Her only friends her age were her pals at the cafe.
The Fast Forward Cafe was the only thing she looked forward to. It was the only place she could go where she didn't have to act happy, because she was happy at the cafe.
God blessed The Fast Forward Cafe; she thought as she grabbed an outfit out of her all black closet and went to take a shower.


Chapter Two


“Jamie Foster?” Mrs. Weber asked, as she took roll call.
Jamie didn’t have to answer; she knew it didn’t really matter, Mrs. Weber was already moving onto the next kid.
High school, Jamie thought with disgust, was just a mediocre version of real life. Only difference was, in high school you don’t have to pay bills.
“Brenda Moldova?” She heard Mrs. Weber ask, followed by the far too cheery “Here!” by the little Ms. Prissy know-it-all.
Today was the first day of Jamie’s fourth year of high school, and, as usual, she sat in the back of the class, unnoticed. Hoping to stay that way for the entire year.
Before the teacher could say another name the classroom door opened and a teenage boy slipped in, he nodded to the teacher, handing her a pink note, and looked for an empty seat, not offering the teacher an explanation.
Spotting the only open seat he made his way to the back of the room. The seat happened to be right next to Jamie. Grimacing at the unwanted turn of the norm, she accessed him as he came closer.
He was tall, with dark brown hair. Even under his long sleeved black shirt she could tell he had muscle, he had the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and she could see the tattoo of Ares on his lower arm. Ares was in fighting position, as he usually was in the legends, and had a bloody sword drawn up over his head and was grinning evilly.
He had long legs, coated in black jeans, and he was wearing some kind of pendant. His eyes were a steely grey that almost looked silver.
“Mind if I join you?” He said, his tone was lightly amused. He was piercing her with those amazing silver eyes, so she simply nodded, taking a second to regain composure.
“High school, the stupidest invention ever, wouldn’t you say?” He asked casually as roll call was finishing up.
“Actually,” She said, grinning at him. “I think of it more as our ancestors’ way of punishing us. You know, for not keeping they’re oh-so-sacred ways.”
He laughed at that, smiling at her. “Interesting, I must admit, your theory is very intriguing.”
"Thank you." She returned, smiling back at him.
"Attention class, you will now get your lock for your lockers, I suggest that you write down your combination and memorize it. Jamie, you seem to be in a good mood today, why don't you pass them out?" Mrs. Weber said, smiling at Jamie's annoyed face.
Jamie got up slowly and walked to the front of her room, smiling when Mrs. Weber eyed her attire with distaste.
Jamie was wearing a black V-neck t-shirt, bell bottom black jeans, black and white tennis shoes, large silver hoop earrings, lots of black eyeliner, and her hair was in a ponytail, two strips of it hung down to her lower jaw like bangs that were the color of her eyes.
She picked up the box and watched Mrs. Weber shudder at her leather gloves, fingerless gloves as usual.
Slowly she made her way around the room, dropping a lock on each desk, when only her and the new boys locks were left in the box, she made her way back to Mrs. Weber, dropping the empty box on her desk, Jamie made her way back to her desk. She sat down and leaned over to politly lay the new boys lock on his desk, and lay her own front of her.
"Something funny?" She asked when the new boy started chuckling and everyone else just stared at her.
"Nothing." He said, trying to keep a straight face.
Her only responce was to raise a brow.
He only grinned at her.
"If you all keep saring at me I will turn you into toads." She threatened, staring at her classmates. They immediatly turned around in there chairs and started fiddling with they're locks.
Turning to look at the new boy she caught him still staring, this time he looked amused and confused.
"Along time ago they decided that I was a witch." She explained. She saw comprehension on his face and decided to ask her question.
"Whats your name?"
"Joey."
"Cool, I'm Jamie. Jamie Foster-Spencer. The Spencer is my adoptive moms."
"Nice, I like your name, it's different."
Her only respince was to raise her brow again.
An hour later the bell rang and class was over. Jamie stood and gathered her things. Slowly she made her way around desks, making her way to the door. She had almost gotten away when she noticed that Brenda had Joey trapped in a corner and was flirting like the hussy she was. Feeling sorry for him she interveined.
Walking up to Brenda's back Jamie cleared her throut. Brenda turned to look at her, annoyance slowly showing on her face. When she saw Jamie was the one who had interupted her annoyance became more pronounced.
"Don't you have floors to scrub at that stupid little excuse for a cafe you work at?" Brenda said, flipping her dirty blond hair over her shoulder.
"Oh, but I can't go to work till my boyfriend is ready to go. And he won't be ready till you let him out of that corner and take your flirting else where." Jamie said, as if it was as obvious as the silver of Joey's eyes.
"Your boyfriend?" Brenda blanched.
"That's me." Joey said, catching on quickly.
"You ready to go?" Jamie asked giving him her most flirtasious smile.
"I am if you are." He said, working hard to keep a straight face.
Careful to avoid contact with Brenda, he left the corner and stood next to her. She wrapped her free arm around his waist as he slung one arm over her shoulders, and they cooly left the room. They made it to the sidewalk, out of site from the school, before they both broke into hysterical laughter.
"You are diabolical!" Joey said, as soon as he had his breath back.
"Thank you, thank you." She said, bowing and laughing.
"Did you see the look on her face when we walked out the door?"
"Yeah!" She said.
"It was priceless!" They said in unison, which sent them into more laughter.
After they calmed down and had changed from laughing to grinning evilly at each other, they just stood there. For a rew minutes they walked in a compatable silence, then Jamie looked at her watch and cursed.
"Sorry Joey, I gotta hit the road, I have an after school job."
"Hey, no problem, maybe I'll see you around girlfriend."
So they parted ways still laughing like hyena's.


Chapter Three


"Where have you been, Jam?" Thalia asked as Jamie walked through the back entrance for employes.
"I was helping the new guy at school get away from Ms. Brenda Know-it-all, in the flesh." Jamie explained, slipping out of her leather jacket.
"There's a new guy at your school?" Thalia asked. Thalia, unlike Jamie, went to Green Oaks High, instead of Parksonville High. While she went to Green Oaks, Thalia and her family lived in Parksonville. Her parents hadn't seen the school in Parksonville fit for they're daughter, but Thalia had wanted to work at the cafe and her paretns had agreed.
"Yep, and he is a hotty. He's also got a great sence of humor." Jamie said, making her way to the bathroom so she could change into the standard attire for the Fast Forward Cafe's employees.
The Fast Forward Cafe was a small, eighty's style cafe. With red leather stools, a black and white block tile floor. The booths were red leather, and the tables had red tops and black bottoms, the counter was a very interesting part of the cafe. The counter was a black tiled top, with glass over it, under the glass there were hundreds of photo's, all of famous people, each had the subject of the picture's signature.
Anyone who was anyone had a picture in under that pane of glass. There was Keith Urban, Stephen King, Nora Roberts, John Grisham, Gary Allen, a group picture of the cast from Scrubs, Dolly Parton, Tim Allen, Johnny Depp, The Undertaker, John Cena, Triple H, Randy Orton, even one separate picture of each of the Beetles! You name 'em and any employee of Fast Forward could show you they're picture.
Oh and the Juke box, mustn’t forget the Juke box, Jamie reminded herself with a laugh.
"Jamie, did you forget that the new owner is coming in today?" Thalia asked irritably.
"What? New owner? Crap! Sorry, Thal, I forgot!" Jamie said, running into the bathroom to change into her red and black checkered, knee length tights, a black jeans mini skirt, a black tank top, a red, black, white, and dark purple, checkered button up shirt. The shirt was two sizes too big, so, as usual, she tied the ends together, rolled up the sleeves to her elbows, and did the buttons up about halfway, slapping on her little clip on name tag that had her name in cursive in bold, neon green.
She slapped on her red and black cap, pulling her ponytail out the end, and situated it so that the neon green advertized they're cafe's name in a straight line.
"Hey, sometime, you gotta show me how you make our rediculous employee outfits look good." Thalia said as Jamie left the restroom. Thalia had crimpped, short, dark brown hair, lovely mocha colored skin, and hazel eyes. She didn't know it, but almost anything looked good on her.
Jamie made her way to the jukebox and turned on Tom Petty's I won't back down.
"Maybe I will, if you're real sweet to me." She teased, peeking over her shoulder as she changed the closed sign to open.
"Ha ha, very funny, Jamie." Thalia said.
"So, whens our new boss getting here?"
"Looks like he's here now. And he brought a friend." Thalia said, looking out the glass of the door as a teenage boy and a man in a buisness suit got out of a fancy Porsche.
"Hey, that kid looks like...no, it can't be! He can't be...!" Jamie muttered, backing up with Thalia so the man and boy could get through the door.
But it was. Joey stood there beside the man in the grey pinstrip suit, looking around the cafe.
"Good afternoon, I am Mr. Mason, and this is my son, Joseph Mason." The man in the suit said, smiling politly at Thalia and Jamie. "And I am your new boss."
"Your the new owner of the Fast Forward?" Jamie asked, giving him a once over. "And he is your son?"
"Hey, I take offence to that." Joey said, looking at her for the first time since walking in the door. "Hey, its you! Jamie, right? You work here?"
"You know her?" His father said in blaint disbelief.
"Correction, he met me once. I guess he failed to mention his father was the one who tricked Old man Baxter out the cafe I work at!" Jamie said, sneering at Joey.
"Hey, don't blame me, I didn't know you worked here!" Joey said.
"So he's the new guy at your school? You're right, he is a hotty." Tania said, amused by the turn of events.
"Hotty? She called me a hotty? Nice." Joey said with a grin.
"Wow, conceited much?" Jamie said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Quiet!" Mr. Mason ordered, giving each of them a stern I'm-the-boss-and-you-will-do-as-I-say look. "Sit."
All three of the teens sat at a table, Jamie glaring at Joey, Joey grinning at Jamie and Tania, Tania filing her nails and ignoring everyone.Mr. Mason stood, staring down at them, ordering away and words from them with a single look.
For a sleezy, no good, tricky, lying jerk, Jamie thought, he was pretty good looking. He had smooth, chestnut hair, cut short. Dark brown eyes, framed by dark blue, rectangular, reading glasses.
He looked directly at Jamie and raised one chestnut brow.
"Tricked Mr. Baxter Roland out of his cafe? Hardly my girl. I bought it from him at his price. You work for me now, so you will learn to hold your tounge until you have the complete story, Capisce?" He said, slipping into a lite Italian accent.
"Capisce."Jamie said, shaking her head cautiously. "So, you're my new boss, huh?"
"No, not exactly. Actually, Joseph here will be in charge of the cafe since I will be leaving for a buisness trip first thing in the morning."
"What!" Jamie exclaimed, jumping out of her chair. "You expect me to work for him? No way! There has too be another way!"
"Yes, I do. Yes, you will. No, there isn't. The only way to not work for Joey is to quit, and thats your choice."
Still fuming, Jamie sat back down. "Just exactly what kind of changes are you planning to make?"
"I don't know just yet. But, I'm thinking about replacing that counter with-"
"No!" Jamie choked out, jumping up again. "You can't replace the counter! It's the main attraction for The Fast Forward!" She said, grabbing his hand and dragging him over to it, point to certian picture and saying they're names. "Look, this counter is a tradition for the cafe, you can't get rid of it!"
"Well, I guess it is very unique. Ok, we'll keep it. What about that outfit? Is it a...tradition?"
"No, and I would happily put together a new employee outfit for us. If, and hear me out here, we keep the jukebox." She said, staring at him with pleading eyes.
"The jukebox? Really?" Mr. Mason asked, giving her an uncertain look.
"Yeah, everybody that comes here loves it." She explained.
"Well, ok, I guess we can keep it. Are you two very attached to the name?"
"Yes!" Both girls said in unision.
"Dad, you should probably be going. They should be opening anytime and I have to get into my monkey suit too." Joey said, sending Jamie a teasing glance. "But then again, they're are those who make it look...good."
"Ha ha." Jamie said, then, turning to Mr. Mason she said; "He is right about one thing though, we're about to open and you should probably be on your way, Mr. Mason. Don't worry about Joey, me and Thal will whip him into shape."
"Please girls, call me Dave. And I'll take your word there, if anyone can keep Joey in line, Mr. Roland assured me you girls could. Goodbye." He said, and walked out the door.
As soon as he was gone Thalia turned up the stereo so that The Redneck Yacht Club blasted out the speakers. Jamie tossed Joey one of the shirts, a hat, and a name tag. When he came back from the mens room, the fry cook, Keith, was at the stove heating it up.
With in minutes the cafe was swamped, teenagers of all groups and status quo were gathering at the cafe. Surfers, Poets, Athletes, geeks, goths, emos, all of 'em. Before he had time to gawk a tray and notepad was handed to him, on the tray were a pair of black roller blades.
Looking around, he realized both Thalia and Jamie had on identical skates, they were racing from the kitchen, the diner half of the cafe, and the parking lot. He went into the kitchen and put on his blades, then rolled out of the kitchen. He hadn't rolled for half a minute before he landed flat on his rear end.
"Hey, you ok man? I guess we should have made sure you knew how to roll those babies before we gave 'em to you." Looking up he saw that Jamie was leaning over him, looking at him with concern in her violet-blue eyes.
"I'm fine, this place was just a little confusing for a minute, and I wasn't paying attention." He said, still staring into her eyes as he stood and straightened his cap.
"Ok, just make sure you don't spill a customers order next time ok?"
"Sure."
For the next four hours Joey, Thalia, and Jamie, rolled around on rollerblades, serving up orders, dishing out info on the pics under the counter, and when the cafe finally closed for the night they had to clean up.
"I never realized just how much work a cafe could be." Joey said, slidding onto one of the stools at the counter. "I shall never look at a cafe the same way again. Instead, I think I'll look at in horror, what do you guys think?"
Keith and Thalia both laughed, and were still laughing when Jamie came out of the bathroom in her normal outfit again.
"Whats so funny?" She asked, but the others were laughing to hard to answer her straightly.
When they had calmed down again she told Thalia and Keith that they could go home and she and Joey would lock up. While Joey changed clothes Jamie leaned against the counter listening to 'I don't have to me till Monday' on full blast. When he came out in his normal clothes she led him outside and locked the door behind them.
"You need a ride?" She asked, gesturing to her Harley.
"You kidding? I'd love one." He said, grinning at her.
She handed him her spare helment and asked him his address. They soared down the road, swerving through traffic and making sharp turns. When she final made it to his house he was laughing so hard he fell off the bike.
"That was awesome!" He said, when he'd caught his breath again.
"Thanks, I do try." She said with grin.
"Jamie, I was wondering, would you maybe want to go out with me? I may be knew here, but I know how to show a girl a good time. What do you say?"
"Ok, it couldn't hurt. I'll check my personal calender, then the schedule, when I get home. I'll give you a call and let you know when I'm free. I gotta go, I'll call you."
Slipping the spair helment into her backpack, she gunned the bike and drove awa


Chapter Four


"So the prodigy decides to return home after all?"
Jamie winced inwardly when she heard the anger behind Ana's sarcasm. She had thought to sneak past Ana's room and sneak into hers but, as Ana would say, the jig was up.
"Well? Are you going to just stand there or are you going to explain just exactly where you've been?"
Keeping up her cool and detached manner, Jamie hung up her leather coat and set her helmets in the closet. She laid her backpack on the floor and looked at Ana. Even in a long, soft pink nightgown, pink slippers, and her hair cascading around her, Ana somehow managed to look like an avenging goddess.
"Well, first the principal decided he liked me so much that he decided to keep me for a while after school." Jamie said sarcastically.
"Really, Jamie! On the first day of school? Why can't you just follow the rules!"
"Relax, Ana, I was being sarcastic. The new owner for the cafe showed up today, brought his kid and left him in charge, and after we closed the owner's kid needed a ride so I offered. After that I needed some time to think so I drove down to the and took a walk. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have had a long day and wish to retire. Goodnight warden."
Before Ana could reply Jamie slammed the door.
With more hurry than absolutely necessary, Jamie untied her gloves and tossed them on the dresser, washed of her make-up, kicked off her shoes and removed her socks, then dispensed her locket into her dark oak jewelry box.
The décor for her room was simple and sleek.
She had a bed that wasn't much more than two mattresses on wheels, she had a big black comforter and the few pillows, all in black pillow cases other than the one Ana had bought her. She had a black wooden desk in one corner, cluttered with papers, pencils, pens, chalks, and paints, that were accompanied by her black laptop. The walls to the room were painted black, posters of all kinds cluttered the walls, drawings pinned op on the walls. The only light in the room came from the violet-blue lava lamp on her bedside table. The windows of the room were covered with black sheets.
This was her safe haven, she thought, as she walked over to her bed and laid down on top of the cover and sheets. She got most of her ideas for drawing by walking in the forest, but she didn't feel like it right now, so instead, she lay there, slipping slowly into her usual dark and dangerous dream.

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