Natalie
A few days have passed since the party, and I wake up to the sound of my door unlocking. Before I know it, there are plenty of voices in my hallway. I don't even have time to wipe the drool off my face before it sounds like I'm getting robbed.
What is going on?!
I sit up in my bed like a rocket and slip into my morning gown.
"Hello?" a male voice asks. "Anybody home?"
I pick up my phone from the nightstand and wander out of my bedroom with confusion making my heart race. My jaw slacks to the floor when I find men clad in blue t-shirts taking down my paintings from the walls.
Am I still dreaming?
Hallucinating?
Holy pancakes, what was in those cereals I ate yesterday?
"Are you Natalie Gracen?" A man holding a clipboard is looking me up and down. He wears a cap like the rest
