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Maxon's pov:
I'm starting to panic now. I think i'm hallucinating, and I can't find my bottle. I think I'm addicted to it, but whatever. My head hurts, and the last thing I remember is kicking a girl. A girl. Then, I realize America's gone. I think I've cheated on her, I'm not quite sure. Then, something about a maid? Hm, that's weird. But, I'm going to the maids quarters to see if that'll bring some of my memories. "I've missed you so much! I can't believe that you're here!"
"I know right? It's a change being a maid, but it's pretty fun!" I step outside.
"Mary?" I say.
"Your majesty." Mary bends down in a low curtsy. The other girl doesn't, I frown, that's odd.
"I haven't seen you before, what's your name?" I say addressing the other girl.
"Annabell." She replies in a bored tone. Her hair looks as if it's glowing, but if the light catches her hair at the right angle, it looks almost red. Like America's. Like the girl in my room last night.
"Do I know you?" I questioned.
"Do you?" Annabell challenged.
"I saw someone that had your haircolor in my room last night. Was that you." I snapped.
"Just because someone has the same hair color as me doesn't mean that it was me. Kriss had the same hair color as your mom, and that doesn't mean that she's you mom. Hair Color means nothing." She retorted, but then, processed what she just said.
"How do you know Kriss?"
"I.. watched the Report. Yes. I watched the Report." She stammered, " I wanted to ask, why the hell did you kick me." She said through gritted teeth, jabbing a finger in my chest. I knew. This was her way of changing the subject, guilt tripping, if you call it that.