"Alright, I did, but they work, they really calm me, you know, make me forget about reality." Emily says.

"Emily, listen to us. If you don't stop taking the pills, then you will be forever controlled by them." I say.

"I though that, they would, you know, help." Emily says.

"They won't. Only one more dose, and you, Emily, will be free. Free of this, this schizophrenia you have." My mom says.

So, it's true, she's working for Adam. Everyone's against me, wow, that's unexpected.

"I've never heard of a cure for schizophrenia, so, sadly, I will not." Emily says.

"Alright, I don't wanna have to do this, but I guess I have no choice." My mom says.

"What?" Clark says.

Emily, E.Elliot has requested a meeting with you. My mom says, almost as if she's hypnotized. Then, Emily's pupils go really big and she says,

"Yes Madame". Emily says. Almost as if she's hypnotized, wait, she is. I can tell.

"Emily, what are you doing?!?" I yell.

"Obeying orders." She says.

"Mom, why, why are you working with Adam?" I ask.

"One word, money. He's offering the gift of a life time. 1 million dollars." My mom says.

"You have a choice mom, everyone has a choice." I say.

"But, my choice, is to work with Adam." She says. Her eyes. Her pupils are dilated, she's hypnotized, she's been taking the pills.

"Look, mom, I don't care if Adam made you his slave. I just don't want Emily to be." I say.

"Adam. He needs as many slaves as possible." My mom says.

"Why?" I ask.

"To take over the world? Why else?" My mom says. This is bad. Real bad. I always knew Adam was evil, but this, this is just insane.

"Emily, mom, you don't want to this. If Adam gets control of the world, everyone will be his slave, you, your friends, your family, me. Think about it, you don't want this." I say.

"We do." Emily and my mom say simultaneously.

"No you don't, I thought both of you had a choice, but I guess you didn't. Emily, we're in this together, you and me, we want the same things." I say.

Emily pauses for a minute, she's twitching, clearly fighting the pills. But that's not good enough, I need to get them, all of them, out of her system. I run over to Emily, before my mom can register what I'm doing, I stick my whole hand down Emily's throat. A few seconds later, I feel a warm liquid leave her mouth, she's throwing up. I quickly take my hand out of her mouth and let her do her business. When she looks up at me, her pupils aren't dilated anymore, which means she's no longer being controlled.

"Thanks Alexa." Emily says.

"No prob Emily." I say.

"Now, what should we do about your mom?" Clark asks.

"Nothing, we can't let Adam know that we can fight his pills. We'll leave her for now, and come back for her later." I say.

"I guess I should be going." My mom says.

None of us respond as she leaves, and my class walks in.

"It's alright Alexa, we just want to talk." Jim says.

"Alright, what do you want to talk about?" I ask.

"We've been thinking, we really want you back. Back at the school." Claire says.

"We really do, I miss you, we miss you, everyone misses you." Sam says.

"It's true." Jim says. They're eyes. All of them. They're pupils are dilated. They're being controlled! How many people has Adam got to?

"No way." I say.

"What?" Clark asks.

"They're being controlled. They took the pills." I say.

"But why?" Emily says.

"I don't think they had a choice." I say.

"Look for people who don't have dilated pupils, or are twitching." I say.

It takes about five minutes to notice the only person who doesn't have dilated pupils. He has orange hair, green eyes, and an oval-shaped face. Ian. Ian has diabetes. Maybe hats why he's not being controlled. His kidneys don't work so they can't filter out unwanted waste, the waste on this case, is non-controlled blood. He can't be controlled.

"Ian! Get away from those people." I say.

"Why? I, umm, won't because, I am, umm, controlled? Ian tries to say." I can tell by his tone of voice that he's not, being controlled.

"Come on Ian, it's fine. Your not controlled. You can't be controlled. You yourself know that. Your like me, you have diabetes." Emily says.

"Ian, come on, you which side is the good side. Choose." I say.