Amara's POV
July 6 2011
It's been a month and few days since I had been kidnapped, I held hope in my heart that my family was looking for me but I also had doubts that they just might never be able to find me and my getting out of here is solely in my hands. I started my day as usual, get up, take a shower, get dressed in my uniform and leave my room but not before tidying my corner of the room. Once out of my room, I make my way down to the corridor just before the kitchen and check the notice board for my list of chores for the day and get down to business. Failure to complete the days work before nine pm will require punishment, any type of punishment. I was scared and pissed after having being punished everyday in one week because I couldn't finish my work. Excuse me, don't blame me
