Pamela:

I'm in my hotel room chillaxing on my bed, reading an adventure novel called The land of stories, when I get a phone call from Marilynn.

It totally freaks me out escpecially when she says, "It's Jeremy. He's going to find you. He cut me if I didn't give him the answer he wanted to hear. I don't know where you go. Text me if you know where. It's to risky over the phone. Kay, Bye!" And then hangs up.

I have a mini panic attack and start crying right on my bed. It's too much for me.

How could we have been found out? We did such a good job hiding ourselves. I think, angrily.

Once I finally stop crying, I pick up the phone and dial the number to the local airport. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

" Hello?" An annoyed teenager answered.

"Hi, I'd like to book a flight to England." I replied.

"Ok, What's your name?" He asked.

"Pamela Winters" I answered.

"Ok, that would be 100$, and be here at 10:00 sharp." The boy demanded.

"Fine! Bye." I hung up.

Now I have to text Marilynn. She said so in the phone call.

I text her, I booked a flight to England.