I have to get out somehow. That is what I thought to myself over and over again. I, Claudia Arlex, daughter of John Arlex the Warden, had no plan. It was despicable, after I finally thought I was free, I ending up failing anyway. I should have stayed home in the warm comfort of Jared, my tutor, who would read stories about the stars. “Isn’t that fascinating Claudia?” he would say, closing the old book whose pages would crumble in your fingers if you didn’t hold it carefully.
