CHAPTER 3

Being an early riser, Madison was the first one up the next morning, which Spencer was grateful for. She was sure she would’ve overslept. She always did, especially without an alarm clock.

Waiting for Madison to emerge from the bathroom, Spencer opened the closet curiously. What she saw almost made her jaw drop. The hugest walk in closet she’d ever seen in her life. It was as if the whole entire mall was stuffed inside. Spencer was sure that hundreds of shoes lined the floor as well.

Immediately, Spencer’s mind began to wonder. Why were they even still here? With everything they were being offered, it was if the Davies sisters didn’t even want them to leave. That thought terrified Spencer. The two girls seriously frightened her. If they were hostages….weren’t they supposed to be dead by now or something?

“Spencer?” Spencer jumped as Madison’s voice sounded behind her. “What are you doing?” Spencer didn’t answer, only took a step to the left. Just like Spencer, Madison’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God! They want us to pick something from this closet?”

Spencer’s voice wasn’t nearly as excited. “I’m guessing so.” Spencer didn’t have a good feeling about all of this. They weren’t just going to receive all of this stuff for nothing. There had to be a catch.

“Everything still has a tag on it Spence!” Madison yelled from where she now raided the large closet, her voice echoing off its walls. “I can definitely get used to this!”

Spencer didn’t really know what to say, so instead she backtracked and walked into the bathroom. Beginning to get used to everything weird that was happening, Spencer’s jaw didn’t drop at the size of the bathroom. She was pretty sure that it was bigger than her bedroom back at their apartment. She decided not to waste time and immediately grabbed a washcloth and towel out of the closet. It was already past seven.  She didn’t want to know what would happen if she and Madison were late.

After washing, Spencer contemplated whether or not she wanted to wash her hair. After last night’s events, it would be much welcomed. After a few moments, Spencer decided to just get it over with. She didn’t mind going to breakfast with wet hair. After lathering the shampoo up, Spencer could feel herself beginning to relax. How could she be relaxed at a time like this? Spencer could only guess. She guessed that maybe it was the smell of the vanilla shampoo invading her senses.