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~Chelsea~
It was a couple days after Mom had gone to the beach to confront Finneas when we heard a knock at the door. I opened it up and immediately regretted it. Standing on the porch was Dr. Queen and a police officer. “Miss Michaels, I’m going to need you to come with us.” Dr. Queen said politely. I put my hand on my hip and shook my head. “I don’t think so lady.” Then I called loudly for my parents to come to the door. I pointed at our guests and said, “They’re trying to take me off somewhere. I’m sure it’s so they can turn me into some kind of lab rat.” Dr. Queen gave me a reassuring smile while shaking her head. “I promise you, that is not the case here. I do want to run some tests, yes. But you will be able to go home afterwards.” Dad butted in. “Then why the police escort?” We all looked at the officer in question. “For my own protection.” She replied a bit nervously. And right about that time, Mom lunged for her, screaming like a wild animal. The doctor narrowly escaped her grasp. “Mam!” She huffed. “If you put your hands on me, I’ll have you arrested. And I WILL press charges.” That just made Mom angrier. “YOU ARE NOT TAKING HER! YOU’LL HAVE TO GO THROUGH ME FIRST!” She growled. Everything was taking a turn for the worse…someone was going to get hurt if I didn’t take action. “Okay, everyone please stop! I’ll go!” I walked out to the sidewalk while my parents looked on in horror. “I’ll be okay.” I promised them. “If I’m not home in a week, come get me.”

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