Bianca and I went on a road trip with a lawyer named Ms. Engel to a town called Bar Harbor, Maine. We are going to some military academy called Westover Hall. Ms. Engel wasn't much of a talker. It was about a five day journey through the desert and the plains and the rest of the terrain was mountains. As soon as we got there, immediately our layer explained everything about our parents and how they died.
School was another week away and for some reason I had an ideal that it would be boring. So we stayed at a hotel without all the games. As the week went by all we did is get school supplies. We also got painful shots. We were tested for disabilities. We were both diagnosed with something called "dyslexia" and "ADHD" also called "Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder."
It was the last day of freedom before me And Bianca had to go to school so we spent the whole day talking about what our parents were like. Not of us had the courage to ask the lawyer what our parents were like, but we did ask what our parents' names were. She never told us what their names were. After a while we both decided it would be best to sleep.
The next morning we both got up around five in the morning and went to the dormitories. Bianca went to the girls building and I walked into the boys building. I looked for the room that says room "101." I eventually found the room. As soon as I walked into the room, I nearly died. The room smelled like a dead cat underneath a dead cow. Then out of no were a smelly kid popped out and said
"Hay my name is William"