Shannon woke with a start. She felt like something was wrong, and she had been right. For starters, wherever she was, it was not home. She screamed for a good ten minutes. That usually solved all her problems, like when her mom wouldn't buy her this really cool outfit, or when someone didn't invite her to a party. When she finished screaming, she was still there. Unbelievable. This had never happened before. So, wait, okay, new plan. She'd just call Mother on her cell phone. Whew, she was surprised she hadn't thought of that before! She smiled uneasily, and reached for her purse.

But when she turned to her side to grab her black leather bag, she caught her hand on… nothing. Where was her bag?! No one would dare take her bag, of course… that couldn't be it. But she could think of no other logical explanation for what happened. Slowly she got up out of bed. Father would make whoever did this pay. Dearly, of course. She loved her father, because getting back was his specialty. Like the boy in second grade that pulled her hair. He actually got his parents to make him shave his head! Paying dearly, you see?

But in any event, the door to this room was locked. She wasn't about to risk breaking a nail trying to break it open, so she would probably be here for a bit. She may as well root through all the belongings of her captor… so she looked around. Desk drawers, trunks, mess sticking out from under the bed, anything. She most certainly had expertise in this, so she figured she would see the soul of the house owner in less than a half-hour. Something was wrong, though. The entire room lacked any form of personality… plain black and white. White furniture, black walls, nothing in the room but the furniture. Shannon merely shrugged, "This must be the guest room…" She thought nothing of it, automatically thinking that every home had a good dozen or so extra rooms, like hers, and they simply didn’t need this one.

(written at 9)