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Rachel had already made an impressive mess of the place – the aisle laid flat on the ground, blank papers splayed across the room, paint spilled and splattered. When the little girl demanded she stopped though, she stopped. Even if her temper wasn’t soothed any. She faced Charlotte, eyes blazing, and hissed:
“Charlotte, we have been kidnapped and held here against our will. Does that not upset you–?”
“Yeah, I’m mad and I really miss my mom but now Ira’s just gonna scream at me cuz he’ll think I’m the one that knocked things over. I’m telling him it was you!” She jabbed a finger at her sister and then crossed her arms over her chest, her face still bent in an angry frown.
“I cried and screamed a lot before you came here, none of it worked. It just made them mad. When I kicked Professor Duncan in the leg, Ira grabbed me and dragged me back down here. I know better than to do anything stupid again.”













