Write, Wrote, Written II discussion

“Where am I” asked Hazel groggily as she awakes tied to a chair in an almost completely black room, except the light coming in from under the door. She doesn’t remember where she came from, how long she had been out, all she remembered was her name, Hazel Honey. Hazel was in a grey sweater and black jogging pants, she had her auburn hair tied up in a high ponytail and her deep ocean blue eyes were bright and open wide looking for clues.