Does anybody ever feel like their thoughts are always running around unchecked in their head? Sometimes I'll think about a couple of things at once, so I made the mental dialogue as true to life as possible. It may be a little confusing.

British Lingo

Telly- Television

Big Brother- Reality show that is very popular.

Chapter Three

"Now, can anyone answer question three? Yes, Charlie?"

" Sixty-four degrees, Ms. Everest."

" Why is it sixty-four degrees?"

Silence reigned over the classroom of Geometry I as the students racked their brains for the mysterious answer. Some craned to look at the problem, as if they were simply re-evaluating the problem from a different angle, but she knew that they hadn't done their homework and were simply trying to solve it.

" No one? Well, you all must stop looking in the back of the book for answers. You're not learning anything, and then I'm not doing my job, am I? Now turn to page 176 and look at problem nineteen…"

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Once she had gotten them set up, she sat down on her desk chair and pulled out a stack of papers. Quickly correcting the papers one after another, she fell in to a stupor of sorts, and was thourough shocked when the letter she had received the night before floated down to the floor when she dropped it.

I know I left that at home… It was by the bedside table, I'm sure of it!

The more she looked at the letter, the more she thought about what she was going to do.

Should I go? It could be dangerous. I might get kidnapped. Besides, who sends that much money? I'm sure only gangsters and hoodlums. Yes, it's probably best if I don't go.

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5: 47 pm, 221a Baker Street, London, United Kingdom.

I should make some Ovalmaltine. Yes, I think I'll do that.

5: 49

Bloody milk takes forever to boil! I'll go… read a book while I'm waiting. Yes, that's what I'll do.

5:53

Reading is not working. What can I do?

Ooh, I could watch some telly!

5:57

Oh damn! The milk. I have to go turn that off. Pity. I wanted to see who they kicked out on Big Brother. Ooh, it must have been a couple of season's back that that cow Jade was on. She was funny. God, I can never make Ovalmaltine. The milk always burns.

5:58

What on earth am I going to do now?

5:58:23

Damn it all to hell! I'm going to that bloody auction.

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She quickly ran upstairs and grabbed her knapsack and a few other items. She had just shoved the MACE in, when she paused. She saw the letter and the money, and when she remembered its words, she felt she would not be back for a long time. She picked up the letter, and glanced around the room for necessities.

With this ominous thought in mind, she grabbed some pj's and a clean set of day clothes. With this came a hairbrush and hair ties. Running into the bathroom, she grabbed her toothpaste and brush as well.

Sprinting down the stairs to the kitchen, she grabbed her stash of snack food and quickly shoved it in the bag.

On second thought, I might want some water too.

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After she had grabbed her coat, she locked the door to her house, and vaulted over the iron fence. She tentatively climbed the stairs to 221b Baker Street, and stood debating with herself in front of the door.

You are losing it, Laurel. Nobody's going to kidnap you. You shouldn't be panicking like this. You're going to feel completely foolish when you get home tonight.

Emboldened with this new courage, she knocked on the door.

A gruff voice answered from the other side of the door.

"Wha' the password?"

Her voice trembling, she replied, " Why, that's elementary, my dear Watson!"

The door creaked open, and she took the first step in.

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