Theodora and I flew off before I could figure out if they were alive. I dip my head and start to tear up.
"how could you?" I whisper.
"Oh don't try and figure this out," Theodora smirks. "oh and by the way, they're most likly dead."
"no," I mutter, "no, they can't be." soon we appear at the castle, my castle. Home sweet home. There is a big window which shows where my room is. Theodora opens the window with her magic and we fly in. Theodora gets off her broom and sets it next to my window seat. The baboons set down the cage. These weird baboons then open the cage and untie my wrists.
"get your dresses and that and we'll be going," Theodora snaps. one of the quadlings(spelling) comes in.
"Ep!" they yell. "Glinda, are you okay? oh! Theodora! Oh! I'm going now!" they quickly turn around.
"oh wait little person of Oz, I want some food," Theodora informs.
"I only serve Glinda," she studdered.
"oh if I were you i'd get me some food, don't forget I have Glinda," Theodora teases grabbing my wrist.
"Theodora, stop this, leave her be. I'll go get you something," I demand.
"oh no Glinda, your not leaving this room. so your little friend here better get mo some food." the girl nods and rushes off.
"sister, that wasn't nice. I'm your 'slave' and I have this stupid tracker, so it's not like I can actually run." I say trying not to have the 'duh' tone.
"oh but scaring your people is oh so much fun." Theodora curls her pointer under my chin. "go pack." I rush off amd grab all of my clothes putting them into a giant magical bag Theodora hands me. next I slide all of my shoes into the bag. lastly I grab the only remaining photo I have of my father and put it in there too.
"I'm done," I state.
"and I haven't got my fod yet," Theodora states. I walk over to my window seat and sit down staring out my window. no one is in the square, everyone must have found out that Theodora is here and are tring to hide... I pull my knees close to my chest and my left hand leaves my side to rest on the glass. a few birds fly by the window. oh how I wish I could be out there free. behind my I hear the baboons destroying my room.
they rip the pearl white curtains and my canopy over my bed. I soon pass out from stress and exaustion.