  A soft knock on my bedroom door woke me up and I prepared myself for the sun to attack my poor eyes. But it didn't. I slowly opened them and saw the sunlight hidden behind the curtains of the windows. I pulled off the comforter and swung my legs to the side to get out of the bed. I walked towards the bedroom door, running a hand through my hair to ease out the tangles.
  I opened the door to reveal a grinning Samara.
  &quot;Good morning, ma'am,&quot; She greeted me.
  &quot;Samara, call me Juliet,&quot; I said, giving her a small smile. &quot;Uh...what time is it?&quot;
  &quot;It's past eleven in the morning. Mrs. Jenson asked me to wake you up for breakfast with her and your friend. I hope you're not angry with me for waking you up,&quot; She said as she looked at me nervously.
  I gave out a chuckle. &quot;It's absolutely okay, Samara. Actually I'm glad you woke me up. And God, had

  I looked at her, studying her features. Her dark hair was slightly damp, probably from the shower, cascading down her back like a river. Her deep brown eyes stared at me, her brows slightly furrowed as she eyed me worriedly. She had changed into a pair of black jeans and a simple white shirt.
  &quot;Okay,&quot; I nodded at her. &quot;I'll stop worrying about this. I'm pretty sure whatever will happen, will happen for good.&quot;
  She grinned at me and went back to her food.
  &quot;By the way, why were you drenched last night? You didn't tell me anything when I asked,&quot; Olivia said after some time, pointing her fork at me accusingly.
  My grip on the glass of water which I held in my hand, tightened as I recalled the events of last night. &quot;I was pushed into the pool,&quot; I gritted out.
  &quot;Who pushed you?&quot; Olivia asked, pushing a stray lock of her hair away from h

  Dinner was done and everybody went about their business. My mom probably was in her room after giving me a good night kiss on my forehead. It was awkward but I didn't mind. Dad and Ethan were nowhere to be seen. After dinner, the two had immediately left the dining room and I assumed they had gone to work.
  It was currently eleven at night and Olivia and I were sprawled on the couch in the enormous living room watching reruns of Supernatural on the huge flat screen. I was far from sleepy and no one was around although the servants must be around here somewhere.
  As we were in one of the episodes of the second season, I happened to glance over at Olivia, only to see her eyes closed and soft, almost inaudible snores escaping her mouth. I looked over at the grandfather clock hung just above the huge flat screen TV and sighed as I read the time to be almost one thirty. I never went to be

A soft knock on my bedroom door woke me up and I prepared myself for the sun to attack my poor eyes. But it didn't. I slowly opened them and saw the sunlight hidden behind the curtains of the windows. I pulled off the comforter and swung my legs to the side to get out of the bed. I walked towards the bedroom door, running a hand through my hair to ease out the tangles.
  I opened the door to reveal a grinning Samara.
  &quot;Good morning, ma'am,&quot; She greeted me.
  &quot;Samara, call me Juliet,&quot; I said, giving her a small smile. &quot;Uh...what time is it?&quot;
  &quot;It's past eleven in the morning. Mrs. Jenson asked me to wake you up for breakfast with her and your friend. I hope you're not angry with me for waking you up,&quot; She said as she looked at me nervously.
  I gave out a chuckle. &quot;It's absolutely okay, Samara. Actually I'm glad you woke me up. And God, had I been sleeping for that long?&quot;
  &quot;You must be pretty tired. Your friend told me that

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