It was really a normal day at the house here in Paris. Honestly, most people would think that being in Paris is a dream. Well, if you don't count the kidnapping, the woman trafficking or the city being mainly made up of abusive parents, it's amazing. So many amazing views to look at. Like just imagine you're standing outside in the cold winters breeze, looking at the lit up Eiffel Tower, decorated with colorful Christmas lights and gigantic balls to put you in the Christmas spirit. But, it all quickly ends when you finally come to your senses, seeing mothers or fathers yelling at their kids, or your parents call and you have to go home knowing what's gonna happen. Well I can tell you what it's like. It's terrible. My friends and I were just walking outside having fun before going home. It all ended quickly when my mom called. "Come home right now!"

"Why? What's the matter?" I quietly asked. Making sure to not have any attitude to my tone. Even though I just wanted to punch her in her face.

"Your new owner will be here soon and I want you ready and dressed nice." I can't believe my mom just said what she did so calmly!

"My owner?! What the heck are you talking about?!"