My heart stopped. Summer?! Since the camp, I have forgotten all about the file that I had found. Could this be her? "Hi," I said, trying to sound as polite as I could, "It is very nice to meet you. Father, let me put my bags away." I scurried away from the scene with Will trailing behind me. I was searching through my drawers. "Kyra, what-." "Yes! Here it is!" I exclaimed, pulling out the file from one of my drawers. I threw it on my bed. William took it and looked through it. "Where did you get this?" he asked. "Copied it. Found it on my dad's desk." I answered simply. Will walked over to my computer. He typed something in and I saw a picture with information on it. "This is her." He said. I walked over to the computer and looked at the screen. I couldn't believe my eyes! Summer Mathews was the same girl as the one that I have just met outside. My worst fear was becoming reality. She would be a part of my family soon. A little too soon. I tried avoiding the newcomers for as long as I could by pretending to be sick. Will helped me with that. But only two days later, my father asked William to accompany him on his trip. Little did I know that this trip included Jaime as well. With my brother in Harvard, I was stuck with Summer - alone. "Hello, Alex," Summer said after they all left, "Are you feeling better?" "No." I answered her harshly. "You know," she continues, "mom and dad aren't home, and your pathetic fool is with them." I took the 'pathetic fool' to be Will. Where was she going with this? "Let's play." She said simply. "I don't feel good." I replied. "Guess I will win then." There was something about her smile that I didn't like nor trusted. I wanted her to leave my room - to leave my life. "You know," she started again, "I think that I will put my lamp right there. And I will have to do something about that bed; I hate those covers." "You're not moving in." "No, I'm not. You're moving out." I stood up really fast. "Get out." I hissed. She smiled her cruel smile and left. I didn't know what she was up to, but I knew that it wasn't good. It was boring just sitting in my room, so I decided to go outside. I got out of my room very quietly; I didn't want Summer to hear me. I was walking slowly toward our big staircase. I stopped on the first step: I heard a noise. I checked all around me, but there was no one there. I turned back to the stairs. That was a terrible mistake. In an instant, I felt a hard push on my back. I was falling - falling down the stairs. I started rolling, feeling every part of my body ache as I fell from one step to another. That is when I understood Summer's meaning of 'play.' She was right. Without Will or my father, she would win. I really thought of what she said: "You're moving out." Somehow, I felt that she was telling the truth. I was moving out. Finally, I hit the floor. I have hit my head a couple of times. I saw Summer standing over me with a smile on her face before I became unconscious. That was the last thing that I have remembered. ...I woke up. I still felt all the pain from the fall. Looking around the room that I was in, I did not recognize anything. I wondered where I was or how I got here. As I fell back into sleep, I felt a huge surge of pain inside my head. I was helpless in this unknown place.