I'd walk through the front door, but then they didn't murderl my ambassador and throw my friends in jail," He said."Yes there are some challenges for ...ure," I said shaking my head. "Sometimes the best thing to do is the most direct, I could do a prisoner exchange," I said."Who do you have to trade?" the Frenchman asked."The real question is before I grab someone, who would they accept in trade." I said smiling."They would trade the commandant of the prison for sure," he said."That is a bad. Even some aspects of the inside didn’t matter either. I avoided looking at the picture frames in the bedroom, or even into the mirror. The room was perfect, yet it was not mine. Obviously not, my room is far from perfect. It was not his either. The house, rooms and everything in the rooms, belonged to strangers. Strangers who would probably be angered by what we were doing in their bedroom. I tried to block these thoughts out of my head. As strange as it was, the time was right. We were right.. Now when my mom preparing food I mix all sleeping pill in dal and I go to bed at 8 pm . Near about 10 pm my mom call me for food but I said I m not feeling good.When she came to my home my family just is going to take dinner but she don’t want to eat but I know that she will take sweets. I mix 2.5 vigora in sweet for her. After dinner near in 30 min. My whole family is in deep sleep . First I move to my dad’s bed room cheak my plan is on going on right way then next to my sis room but when I. "You. My office. Now!"Coach marched me to his office in the gym, barely giving me time to pull my skirt down. It was only when I was standing in front of Coach's desk in a room that smelled of sweat and musty paper that I realized I left my panties outside.One wall of Coach's office was windows and a door leading down to the guy's locker room. The rest of the room was made up of cinder block walls painted with the school mascot and the door leading to the Athletics office that we had walked.