This chapter is based on personal dislike for needles. And it is definitely dedicated to all the reviewers! You guys are awesome!
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She didn't like this.
Jamie made herself smaller under the couch. She considered it an m…mirasacle…or whatever that word was that mommy used to say, that she even fit under it.
But she wasn't going. They could forget it. She wasn't going near the crazy lady. Not even if they sent Kitty-cat man after her. She'll fight them. Every one of them. She will. She'll punch 'em with her tiny six-year old fists.
She heard the loud thwacking of steps against tile and grinned to herself. They'd never find her he-
The couch lifted over her head. Mr. James glared down at her, as she smiled sweetly up at him. She laughed slightly nervously. "Hallo."
He grabbed her by the back of her shirt and lifted her over his shoulder. "Up and at 'em kid, let's go." He said and started walking back in the direction of the crazy lady.
"No! No, I don't want to go! She'll kill me! She'll stick the needle into my arm and kill me! Let me go!" She screamed.