Samantha stared around her. An African-American girl? She was probably one of the workers here long ago. The young woman sighed, and sat on her bed, looking at the window. She could see the sky was getting darker now.
As she stared at the window, she remembered her mother telling her stories of her ancestors. She'd never forget. Being here in Louisiana made her feel a little different. It was different from home at Chicago.
Suddenly, she heard Ryan's voice from running down the hallways. "Everyone to the Livingroom. NOW!"
Samantha got up from her bed, and went out her room. It must've been something important. Something really important. As she ran down the stairs, she noticed Aiden going into the living room as well. When Samantha finally got there, she asked, "What's goin' on?"