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Monica's pov.

"Monica dear where are you?"

I sat in my room good charlotte blasting out of my boombox. My mom popped her head in. her face curled up in disgust as the music reached her ears.

"turn that off." she said her voice trying to compete with Joel Maddens. "Its dinner time."

I turned it off and followed her down stairs. We didnt live in an apartment but I wish we did. We lived in the kind of house that was so freakin stuffy it made you wish you were anywhere else. My parents made us rich. Because my mom was a doctor and my dad was a lawyer, I sat at the table and the cook brought out dinner. Some fancy french crap I can't pronounce and prefer not to know what it is. My dad looked over at me.

"So monica did you finish filling out that scholar ship form today like I asked?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"I went to the arcade." I said staring down at my food.

I felt my mom shudder from across the table and exchange looks with my dad.

"darling." he started placing his hand on my hand. I looked at him. I knew what was coming. "Your so much better then that."

"And the riffraff you hang out with." my mom whined as she sipped her wine. "What happened to your friends from Carton the rich kids? The boys who had lots and lots of money?"

I sighed.

"My new friends are just as good or better then them." I said flatly. "They dont care if I have any money or not. They like me for me. They dont care how big our yacht is and I dont feel like I need to compete with them. We have fun doing normal teen stuff. Arcade games hanging out rock music..."

"About that." dad said taking his hand off mine to snap for the cook to bring him more wine. "That music has to go. What if we have a party and you come in those dreadful rocker clothes with that horrid music? My dear what will our important finds say and think?"

"...Frankly daddy." I snapped. "I dont give a damn."

My mother gasped. My father shook his head.

"Monica Rowanda Rotero." he snapped. "As long as you live in my house you'll abide by our rules. I want that music out of here. Clear?"

"And..." my joyous mother included. "Were pulling you out of that dreadful class and back into carlton."

"But mom I didnt like it there."

I used to go to a dance school but my mom and dad pulled me out. Then I went to carlton. It's basically a place for rich kids to talk about rich things and rich friends and rich families. I shook my head and looked at them.

"If you're going to be a brain surgeon--"my dad started.

"--I want to be a dancer." I interupted.

"--we know what you want." he said flatly. "But were doing what's best for you."

I threw down my napkin..

"Im not hungry." I mumbled.

I went out the french doors and into the cool rainy night. It wasn't raining as bad as it was earlier. I scuttled over to my treehouse. Iv had it forever. I lifted up the loose floorboard and pulled out my dance audition pamphlet. Im gonna be a dancer. no matter what that ignorant woman and man said. I looked over at our mansion like house and sighed. This wasn't me. It never was. My soul longed to be far away from here. Battling. Fighting. Finding out who I really am. I closed my eyes. My mind drifted far away to egypt. Iv always loved it there. I felt like I belonged there when we visited last summer. I could see a scene in my head. I was fighting in the middle of a battle. I had a long sharp sword in my hand as I cut and killed any fool that got close enough. I blasted some kind of thing from my hand that killed instantly. Then suddenly a sharp blade cut into my stomach and I fall into the arms of a man. He has smooth tan skin and gorgeous hair and eyes. He doesnt have a shirt on and he has me in his arms. He screams but I can't hear what he's saying. Then I die. Suddenly I jerk back to reality. It's raining again. I climb down from the house and creap into my room. I dont wanna be here. I think for a moment. then why should I? I lyed in bed thinking of what I could be doing instead of being there. I could find out where Li was. Or figure out what Ishizu was going on about. It was about 1 in the morning when I got to my feet. My parents were fast asleep and the help went to their houses. I opened a window carefully and looked down at the world below. I wanted to be there. I grabbed my bag and threw some clothes and cds in. I swung the bag on my arm and grabbed my wallet full of money. I slipped down a tree and landed on the street. I look a last look at my room and speed down the road. I got to the main city and stopped. I panted and was out of breathe. The rain soaked my body as I made my way down the vacant road. She stopped out side the museum. It was closed but the girl who had been at the desk earlier was there with a white haired boy. He looked about 15 and had warm brown eyes. I banged on the doors. The girl Autumn looked up and came over. She opened the door.

"I'm sorry we're closed." she said then gave me a look. "Hey...weren't you here earlier?"

I nodded.

"Yeah...Can I come in please? I won't tell Ishizu." I said.

Autumn nodded and let her in. I stumbled in and smiled.

"Thanks."

The boy came in to help me. He took my stuff and looked me over.

"You alright?" he had a british accent and concern filled his eyes.

I felt my face blush.

"Yeah...I had to get away from there..." I said still out of breathe.

"From where?" Autumn asked.

"My house." I said.

"Your house?" the boy asked. "why?"

I managed a smile.

"My parents are the bain of my existence." I said. "Can I stay here?"

"Well ...I dunno..." Autumn started but the boy cut in.

"I think she should." he said. "She'll spend the night and we'll make her leave beofre Ishizu gets here. Deal?"

Autumn sighed.

"Alright. But if I get fired I'm blaming you." she mumbled.

The boy looked at me.

"I'm Ryou Bakura by the way." he said offering his hand to shake.

"Monica Rotero."

Nobody's pov

Monica slept soundly on the floor of the museum. The lights had been turned off and everybody but Autumn went back to there houses. Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps. Monica lifted her head and saw a pair of purple converse in front of her. She was behind a desk so whoever they were couldn't see her. Monica carefully crept around the corner to the bathroom and peeked out of the key hole on the door. The shoes and feet they were attached to belonged to Autumn and a group of men all robed in black. Monica caught her breathe in a scared gasp. She recognized 1 of them as the man who went into the arcade and chased after Li. What was Autumn doing with them?

"Where is she?" asked the man.

"She was here a minute ago." Autumn scratched her head. "I swear she was."

Another man sighed.

"Where do you think she went?" the man in front asked.

"I'm not sure Odion." she said thoughtfully. "She either left or went to the bathroom though I doubt it because I didn't tell her where it was so she wouldn't know..."

But Monica had seen it on the way in. Her damp clothes stuck to her like glue and her breathe seemed to shake as much as she was. There was a slap. Autumn fell to the floor.

"She's probably gone by now you stupid girl." Odion snapped. "Next time you deliver the pharoehis...or no pay."

Then they left. Autumn pulled herself off the floor and touched the large slap mark across her face. Monica locked the door and made her way to the window. She kicked it open. No alarm went off luckily. She squeezed herself through and made a break for the nearest house. She left her stuff but she didn't care. She had to get outta there.

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