FINDING A MISSING NEEDLE in a stack of hay was far way easier than understanding what happened last night. Living in one of Klaire City's slums and having to grow up as an orphan made Tonya think that she had already seen it all.
Homeless people who looked more like they were soul-searching rather than house-searching. Newborn children who were being sent to the orphanage almost every other day. Government officials who would make better careers being hosts in 'Saturday Night Live' because they were better jokers than anyone else in the industry.
[Vote for the one with heart--]
Jolting awake, Tonya's eyes flipped open as the last word of that ad hit her. Heart pounding and throat dry, she turned the TV off as fast as she could then threw the remote somewhere she wouldn't remember later
