Literature
24. december. Grace's hated christmas.
Somebody tickled me in the face with something, I tried to make it go away, but they kept on doing it, I jumped up and was about to yell loudly at whoever had done it, that they had better stop, when a cold hand was put over my mouth. "Shh, be quiet." Somebody whispered in my ear, it's five in the morning, and we've just arrived at the factory, if you yell we'll be discovered." I finally realized that the one whispering was Christa. My parents were looking at me, trying hard to keep in their laughter. I quickly reran the plan in my head, I'd walk in and go to sleep in my bed, then, when the others woke up, I'd come out of the room as if nothi