I figured I'd hear the story before too long."Any idea where we are Skid?" I asked."Good! I was worried I'd get one of those guys who was so busy talk...ng he never thought to ask a question, and you have indeed asked the correct question. Where are we? I have no clue." This is some sort of test, at least that would be my guess." Mine too. We should spend a minute looking for any clue we may have been left. You have the eyes and I have the nose, shall we sweep the clearing?" Skid suggested.We. The whole thing was blown way out of proportion. As a result, I was sent to a psychiatrist. This is where my life took a dramatic turn.The diagnosis was borderline psychotic. I was prescribed Risperadol. My Mom decided to retire and homeschool me. Things went very well for a few years. I was less anxious and engulfed by my moms love.Soon after I turned 12, came another blow to my life. It was a sunny June morning. I awoke and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. Strangely, my mom was not. ’ ‘It’s an important case, Your Honor.’ He answered back smoothly. ‘Hmmm, a child custody case demands all of this attention?’ The Judge asked cryptically. ‘Ah . . . our firm takes its responsibilities seriously, Your Honor.’ Mark Winters answered with a bit less confidence. ‘So I see.’ The Judge concluded with a smirk that made all three of the partners worry. ‘And Mister Duncan, how are you?’ He asked with a huge smile and a friendliness that was not lost on his opponents. Rising to his feet. “Everybody sit down!” she said, “… except you miss…”“Brown, mistress. Susan Brown.”“Excellent miss Brown. But now come over here and let us all know you better.”She moved from her desk reluctantly and went to position herself in the empty space in front of the big blackboard.“Hmm… very pretty girl indeed miss Brown.” Miss Margaret said moving around her like a shark does around its prey.Susan felt distinctly the tension and started to sweat a little. I saw her lips trembling a little. It was.