The sun shone bright through the blinds in Tracy’s bedroom. She slowly woke up, and sat up in bed. Outside her bedroom door, there was no sound. “This is weird,” she thought, “Mom should be making breakfast by now.” She flew back the covers and stepped onto her plush pink carpet. She put her long auburn hair into a messy bun and opened her door. She stepped out into the hallway and walked toward the living room. It was a wreck. Not just the usual junk from her mom’s law office, but chairs turned over, and a glass vase broken, leaving traces of glass on the carpet. If looked like someone tried to clean up the mess, but halfway through, decided to give up. Her mom wasn’t there, so she wandered throughout the house, noticing things weren’t where they were normally supposed to be.
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