• I woke up to a warm liquid surrounding the left side of my head. "Please be water." I muttered to myself. I used my hand to feel my head for any injuries. I found one open wound and as I touched it I screamed,"AAHH MOTHER FU---" I was cut short by a voice that I recognized imeditly. "Stop yelling your gonna blow my cover. " That voice was no other than Riley. He was in my fourth grade class. He handed me a bandage and told me to put it on my head. Then I got a good look at where I was. At first it looked like the locker room but as I got a better look I realized it was a smaller and different version of it. I stared at the door, it was open and it led into a underground tunnel. "What the hell?" I asked and Riley looked at me and said,"This is where I live, I sell drugs to people like you. Which reminds me...here is a free bag of crack in case you want to do business." at first I looked at him as if he was crazy but an idea formed. I took it and said,"You got a paper of people you've sold to?" He nodded his head and gave me a piece of paper and I left. On my way out I thought to myself,"Dumbass..." When I got home I saw a piece of paper on the fridge reminding me that all four of my parents had left for one big conference with my brother too. Yes! I ran and plopped myself down on the couch with a bag of bar bq sauce flavored chips. After watching a hour of NCIS I fed all five of my cats then took out the piece of paper Riley had given me. I carefully read it over until I hit a name that made mad, sad, and annoyed. I read it over about twenty more times and rubbed my eyes hoping to the lord above it wasn't true, but it was. "Why you Katrina? Why you?"