Annette snapped awake, sitting up quickly. Her eyes were wide and alert, before she suddenly yawned and slouched forward. "Aidy, why do we keep moving?" She asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
It took her a moment to realize that her brother wasn't in the room with her this time. And that she was wearing clothes again, but her ankle really hurt. It was hard for her to remember everything that happened. She had started laughing out of fear, and usually when that happens, things kind of go black for her.
Looking down at her ankle, she felt angry at the word on her skin. "Boring?! Who are you calling boring?! You wouldn't know funny if it smacked you in the face with an exploding rubber chicken!" She jumped up onto her good foot. Turning to the camera, she hopped on one foot as she shook her fist.
