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Chapter 11
Elizabeth's Point of View
I rolled over and opened my eyes expecting to see my now-familiar bedroom. I was shocked at what I did see. I was in a long bunkroom with about 20 bunks lining the walls. Each bunk was occupied by a teenage boy. All the bunks that is, except mine. I stood up and realized that I was still in my party gown, which was now ripped and dirty. As quietly as possible I made my way down the steps to the first floor, pausing in tense silence, whenever a step or floorboard squeaked. Once outside I tried to get my bearings. I recognized the street. I had been down it many, many times on my way to parties, socials, and visiting friends. I realized that I was somewhere in the middle of Manhattan. It was a gorgeous night, the moon was out, the stars were shining, and a light breeze was blowing from the direction of the harbor. Everything was silent, it seemed like I was the only living thing in all of New York City. I hurried along at a quick pace, heading towards my home.
After about an hour and half later I arrived in front of my house. It was a large, imposing mansion, complete with pillars, and a garden in the back, as well as a gate in front. I took a deep breath and pushed open the gate, iron hinges squeaking obnoxiously as I did so. I hurried up to the door and tried to open it, but it was locked.
"Damn" I muttered under my breath, and at the same time chided myself for using such horrid language. I hurried around to the back of the house and tried the back door. It too, was locked. I was starting to get desperate. I checked every window on the bottom level, but they were all shut tight. Finally I came around to the front of the house again and scanned the windows on the top level and noticed that one of them was open, and the window that was open, happened to be mine. But how to get up? I wondered, I was deathly scared of heights, and you can't just climb up a wall. Then I saw the tree. It was a large apple tree that Mother and Father had wanted to get rid of for years. They had just never gotten around to it. The most they had done was prune some of the branches back. I noticed that one of the boughs came very close to my window.
I grabbed hold of the trunk and started climbing. My long party dress made it even more difficult, and it was slow work, but eventually I was able to make it to the bough that was even with my window. I realized then, that it didn't come quite close enough, and that I had no choice but to jump the distance. Uh-uh, not happening I told myself. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that it would be easier to jump the distance, than climb down the tree again. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and jumped. I landed with a thud inside my bedroom. I sat up, looking around. It was only then, that I realized that I wasn't the only one in my room.
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