Last night, covering up murder, running from rape, and lost in Disney World

It had been an accident. But the cover up had been planned. Too bad bones don't burn the way they should. I had discovered the body, and had kept my friends secret for too long. But now they had been discovered by others, my parents would be home, everyone would know the truth. I begged to call the police. Turn yourself in before its too late. I dialed 911, crying.

I was in class, my friend was there looking mopey. What was up I had asked? I am going to jail, she slowly said. Didn't I remember last night, the hours spent down at the police station. They had called in everyone. But it was a blur to me.

I had been drugged. I knew what he was about to do, I struggled to get our of the room. He laughed and my sluggish movements. I vowed if I survived this that I would going to kill him. Luckily by meth dealing neighbor, an old woman with the face of a bull dog, had heard my screams. She came in loaded, in every sense of the word, and escorted me out. A biker gang was across the street. It didn't take any imagination to guess what had happened inside the house. That biker gang hated rapists. I didn't have to worry about revenge.

But then I was in Disney World, behind the scenes. It was raining and my family was trying to escape. We tried to climb and unlock our ways our of these magical words, but I got separated and kept getting smaller and smaller until walking through the miniature worlds was easy. Little robots were looking for us. I kept on the look out for my family. The robots turned into trash bags when I hit them. But the park police were right on their trail. Where was I? I kept thinking...