I woke up very stiff. I sat up and started cracking my bones to loosen up, but then I flew into a wall. More like metal. I realized at that point that I was in a fast moving vehicle. The thump I made from flying into the wall caused heads to turn up front. One of the guys climbed over the seat and opened up the back doors of the van. "Are you CRAZY?" I screamed at him. I saw the head lights of cars and heard the honking of the car behind us. We were in the outside lane of a highway and cars in the next lane over were still zipping by us.

"What? Is the little Gallagher girl afraid?" he sneered. Then he grinned evilly at me and pushed me out, luckily to the ditch on the side of the highway and not in the middle of it. I slammed into the ground, and I could only hear the sounds of tires, honking, and rushing cars. Then I heard a car stop and footsteps lightly running towards my direction. I tried to think about what happened before all of this than focus on my current situation. The man who pushed me out called me Gallagher girl. Was that me? Then my mind started to black and my brain really hurt. Then a person was right next to me and started to lift me up and shake me.

"Are you alright?" it demanded. "Oh my God, MOM!" and that was all I heard, because I blacked out.

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I woke up in a much more comfortable setting. I opened my eyes and I was in a fancy bed with drapes. When the heck did I get here? I decided to sit up but got a huge head rush in the process. I closed my eyes and slowly laid myself back down.

"You awake?"

I opened my eyes and turned my head. Before I saw who the speaker was she was out of the room. "Abby! Go get Miranda! She's awake!" Another voice replied back but I couldn't hear it. The speaker who sounded like a girl went running down the hall. I decided to try and sit up again. I had the power to get up and I took a good look around.

It was a huge room, and I took a better look at the bed. It was one of those old ones with the long huge drapes and like 15 pillows. I was under more than enough blankets, and the colors were like aqua blue with gold lining on whatever. The room itself took on a summer theme I suppose; it had sand and shells everywhere. The walls were a turquoise blue and on one of the walls the whole thing was painted of an ocean. A desk was on the wall opposite of me and a door leading to the bathroom. From what I could tell there was a huge sink, a toilet, and shower. There was a shelf beside me and a door on my other side. I was about to look through it when a girl came through it. I assumed it was a door leading to a hallway or something of the sort.

The girl looked older than me, she was tall and hard a darker shade of brown hair that was long and curly. She had deep chocolate brown eyes, a clear face, and was wearing light faded jeans with a regular brown t-shirt from target or something. Still, she made it look like something a model would wear.

"How are you feeling?" she asked. I looked at her a little confused. She knew me but I didn't recognize her at all.

"Where am I?" I asked.

"In Minnesota," she replied.

"Who am I?" I asked. This time she had the confused look. Then I saw a look of shock and horror flash through her face, but it quickly resolved to a smiling face.

"And who are you?" I questioned not wanting an answer right away.

"Your cousin, silly. Don't you remember? My name is Miranda, and my sisters Rosita and Abby, Aunt Tess…" she ended there. The confusion on my face must've gotten so bad she felt she couldn't go on. I didn't remember any of those people. Heck, I didn't remember anything past waking up. "Do you remember your name?" she asked me. I thought about it. Not really, I think she got the point when I didn't answer right away. "I'll take that as a no. Are you hungry?" she asked. I looked up with a lot of interest. She giggled. "Alright, we'll get some breakfast in ten. I'll come back and get you. The closet on your left is full of clothes-" I looked over and saw I had missed one of the doors. "You can wear whatever you find in there." Then she left the room.

I got up and walked to the closet. I opened it and stood awe-struck for a few moments. It was the biggest walk-in closet I had ever seen. I walked into this gigantic closet and looked for something to put on. I picked out a shirt with some sweats and a sweatshirt. I got out of the closet and shut the doors. Then I went to the door. I didn't have to wait for Miranda. I think I am perfectly capable of finding the front door. I've been in plenty of houses… at least I thought to myself.

So I walked out of the door and the first thing I noticed were the wide hallways. A car could've probably fit and driven through. I shrugged it off and went left down the hall. Then I turned right at the next "intersection". I walked down a flight of stairs and walked straight, then right, then took a left. After another left, right then left I was in the front hallways. Or so I thought. It had a huge door so I was on assumption. Then I heard voices.

"Miranda! Where is she? You didn't leave or LOSE your guest did you?"

"Of course not, idiot! But when I went to her room it was empty!"

"She couldn't have found the front door already right? I mean our house is a little too big for that. We should split up and search. Why are we here?" Finally I saw who was making the voices. It was Miranda and two other girls. They saw me and gaped.

"I'm not late right?" I asked. They were just staring at me awkwardly and I felt a little weird. I knew from that moment that I didn't like to be seen.

"How… What… How the hell did you find your way? You haven't even been out of your room… never been in this house… what the heck?" Miranda stuttered.

"In other words how did you find the front door within ten minutes?" one of the other girls asked.

"I don't know, but I think that my instinct sort of took me?" it even sounded like a question to me. They seemed to have shrugged it off and Miranda laughed. "So where are we going for breakfast?" I asked.

"Ever heard of Perkins?"

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We went to Perkins and ate. I was a little (maybe a lot) embarrassed because I ate so much. Every one was gaping at me again. I only had like three meals with like seven sides…

"God, she was starved," one of the girls said.

"So what are your names?" I asked the two girls whose names I didn't know.

"Hey there. Nelly Rose here." I looked over and she looked athletically built. She had brown eyes just like Miranda except they were lighter and livelier. She had long brown wavy hair that curled slightly at the tips. She was wearing short jean shorts and a white loose sweatshirt on top of a light blue shirt.

May I remind you it was in the middle of winter?

"You can call me Rosita, 'Little Rose'. I really dislike Nelly so just call me Rose if not Rosita," she rambled on. I sort of tuned her out after a while.

"Hi!" the next out called out cutting Rosita off. My attention was on her. "My name's Abby. Me and Rosita are twin sisters, obviously, even if we don't look exactly alike." I looked at her. She was carrying a cute light pink, light orange, baby blue, and baby yellow purse. She was wearing a Pirates of the Caribbean shirt with jeans. She had very curly hair that was in tight ringlets. She looked way girlier. It looked like the two balanced each other out. "We're both 16 but we still share a room." I looked at them and they didn't really seem bothered that they were sharing, if they did.

"Nice house," I stated, switching the subject. "Minnesota has some big houses."

"Yeah, my father made it. He liked to be 'the best' so he made it old, huge, and awesome," she replied. "My father was a powerful business man. He bought the house after he married mom. But then he tried to 'kidnap' the little two when we were younger and I kicked 'im in the crotch." I stared at her. Part of me felt bad, but the other part didn't care because I didn't understand why she was telling me. She chuckled and went on, "My mom called the cops and he went to jail. Then once he was released he went to somewhere in China out of humility. He was originally born there." I just sort of zone out… "By the way, my room is next to yours on the left," she said. I nodded and we finished up our breakfast.

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When we got to her house I was amazed. Her house looked even bigger from the outside, almost looked like a mansion. No, it was a would definitely explain the limo we were riding in, my huge room, the wide halls…

I got in and was shocked. There were chandlers hanging and candles everywhere. It looked so majestic and beautiful. 'How did I miss this,' I mentally thought, but just as quickly as it came in it was out. I traced my way back to my room and sat on the bed.

"Hey," I looked up and Miranda came in through the door. "Remember your name yet?" I shook my head. She walked over and sat on the bed. "Let's think one up then," she replied. I grinned. This should be fun. "Alright, what are some of your favorite names?" she asked.

"Honestly I don't remember anything. I don't even remember my birthday." Sadly, that was the truth.

"Okay, I'll list some off for you then. Britta, Kaitlin, Cammie, Sophie, Shannon, Michelle, Hannah, Cammie, Brianna, Allison, Mariah, Amy, Lynn, Nicole, Gabby, Cammie, Kassandra, Francie, Katy, Emma, Michaela, Ellen, Karina, Rachel, Cammie, Laurel, Kayla, Anna, Emily, Sami, Erin, Meagan, Amanda, Bethany, Cammie, Sarah, Ania-"

"Morgan!" I smiled. I liked the sound of that name. Miranda smiled. It looked as if she were trying not to laugh because something was so ironical. I guess it was probably in relief. She was getting slower thinking up names by the end. I think she even started to repeat.

"Okay, Morgan. Dinner is usually served at six or sometime near so you can go explore or anything. Just be back by 5:45." I nodded and Miranda left.

I got up and decided to go outside. I grabbed the jacket that was supposedly mine, remembering how cold it was earlier. I went out the door and started walking around the house. I found myself in the garden (or what I assumed to be garden) when I heard a faint noise of footsteps trailing after me. I turned around and Rosita stood there looking sheepish.

"What's up?" I asked. There must've been a reason she was following me.

"Well honestly I was tail-" suddenly Abby appeared out of nowhere and clamped her hand over Rosita's mouth.

"We came to see if you wanted to go watch a movie with us," she giggled. "Silly Rosita must've been thinking of something else it seems. She always wanted to be a spy." Well that was different. I didn't believe in spies per say. They were phony. Just a bunch of actors trying to get money off of exciting movies. I could let her dream though.

"Cool. When should I… where should I meet you?" I asked.

"Front door. Five," Abby replied quickly. Then she walked away dragging Rosita with her.

I turned around and kept walking. Suddenly on my left there was a wall of tall hedges, probably at least six feet tall. I climbed the nearest tree and looked over the hedges. It was a maze! Thinking it would be fun I decided to go through it.

At first I started slowly, but then I met my first dead-end. It dawned on me then that I was in a maze. There were supposed to be dead ends and crap. What did I think, that this would just be a walk in the park? I laughed, but then got serious. I couldn't really afford to get lost. I didn't have a cell phone, flag, or anything for communication if I did get myself totally and completely lost. It was close to noon when I left, so I figured I had plenty of time. But the last thing I wanted to happen was to get lost in their maze! I decided that I would walk anywhere, and let my instinct take me where ever. If it came to the worst I would just climb a hedge and look to see where I was.

My mind started to wander. I thought about last night, or what I thought was last night. That creepy and crazy man in the van. I shivered and stuck my hands in the pockets of my coat. The coat was the only thing that belonged to me I guess. My jeans were all ripped and torn so I threw them away, and my shirt was beyond the ability to clean. So in all, my jacket was the only I owned. I crammed my hands and moved them in my pockets, hoping to warm them up. Then my hand felt a piece of paper in the coat. I pulled it out and it was a note. I unfolded it and it read:

Have fun in London

- Z

It was folded neatly, but still looked as if it were folded and unfolded so many times that it was about to rip. Did that make it old? That aside, who was 'Z'? What did 'Z' mean? What does 'have fun in London' mean? Throwing all these questions at my brain made it hurt and I stopped thinking and looked up. I was by the front doors of her house. I did a double take. Like only a few moments I was still in the maze! I looked back and saw that on the left side of her house she had the tall hedges. I must've somehow snaked my way through the whole course. I stared at the 'goal' of the maze. Then quickly shook my head and went inside before I caught a cold.