NADINE POINT OF VIEW.

I was jolted awake by the sound of someone trying to force the door open, and then feet walking in. I heard a voice and knew immediately who it was; it was Trent. When I heard Mrs. Rocco's voice, it sounded surprisingly tender and good-natured, so for a minute, I thought it was someone else. In fact, I prayed for it to be someone else. I did not want another reason to hate her the most. But then Trent took away the bag from my face, and a stream of light rushed into my ...