The warm sun hits my almost bare back as I drag my two feet behind my mother as we head back to the mansion's entrance. I feel like a child that has no right to complain or a say in any matter but is forced to do whatever is demanded by the adults. What's the point of growing up if your parents will still have power over you?
Spending another minute inside Turner's house is against every nerve in my body and I have met his assistance Julia today but I have already decided that she cannot be a friend. There is just something going on with her that I can't figure out. Right now I am frustrated, bored and upset that my mother insists on spending more time with these people. She is behaving as if Turner is her boss and bending to his wishes. Father will not be pleased to learn that we are st
