Then today, her teenage self had started to worry. Meetings can't last this long she wonders with every step she takes. Everyday, Ally walks to school and back home no stops except for the occasional stop at the library. The library is the only place for Ally to be alone because no one Ally’s age ever even seems to know libraries exist. “Screech!” The door opens. The sound of air starts to move over her. Grandma and grandpa must no be home Ally thinks. “We have something to talk about.” Grandpa say in a soft voice. The squeaky couch springs sound like a roar in the quiet room. Then Grandpa starts explaining. “Back when you parents left they left you a note!” Grandma explained. The fact that her parents are still alive shocked her so much that she couldn't bare to listen to any of the other word that we're currently shooting out of their mouths. When the room went silent again they handed her a letter with the letters F-U-T-U-R-E A-L-L-Y written in bold letters on it. The letter