Escaping the White Room

Part 1

White. Everything always seemedwhite. I'm tired of white. White, white white white white.

The more I think or hear or see the word. It's more wrong.

I wonder who made the color white? I wonder who named the color?

Too many questions, not enough answers. 

That's life.'

Except in my life, I answer those messed-up questions.

What a meaningful, yet meaningless life.

I finally decided to get up after laying in my bed thinking about colors, then my life for the past 15 minutes. My alarm was blaring in my ear. My moms have given up on trying to get me out of bed and ready for the day. I don't blame them. School is pretty pointless and so is my... for now, I'll can it an "extracurricular activity" in the white room I was pondering about.

I got out of bed (finally) and got ready for school. I was about to skip breakfast and run out the door to walk to school when my Mama called for me to eat something because I had my "extracurricular activity" after school.

"You still have to eat, Jade," Mom said, "I was like you too, always skipping breakfast and being a rebel child... Except for the lab, that's new, but it's so cool we are helping people greater than ourselves," my mom said while taking toast out of the mini oven (toaster) and handing it to me.

"I have training today?" I had honestly forgotten, I do that a lot. 

"Yep! I'll pick you up at 10 ish like always," Mama said, although I'm pretty sure my mom is going to pick me up. I stuff the toast in my mouth getting crumbs everywhere on the floor. I say okay and try to leave before I get yelled at and my plan works. I open the front door and scream "love you guys" for all the world to hear how much I love my moms, just because I felt like it. 

Only my little brother responds though. I smile, I hope today's gonna be a good day.

I know not to jinx it because the last time I said "today's gonna be a good day" I ended up in the ER because of a bloody nose that wouldn't stop. That was a great day. Don't even get me started the day I had at school...

I get to school and get to my first period; L.A. Then my second; Ceramics. And now where I am now, in my third period; Science. Science was fun, it helped me understand what happened at my "extracurricular activity". Today we were learning about the Power-House of the Cell.  It was written on the board. I sat in my seat in the middle row towards the right side of the classroom and stare out the window, what I usually do during the class. Today for some reason, this piqued my interest. I heard the people at my "extracurricular activity" talk about my cells a lot. It made sense, but if I could just know a little more...

A little more, everyone always wants to know a little more. we can never have enough because we always want more. Humans; selfish terrible creatures that aren't even worth saving.

"Jade Willson?" the words floating around in my head were interrupted by attendance.

"Her- um present?" I say. I usually have more time to mentally prepare myself for moments like these, if I don't, I don't even realize I'm speaking English, let alone what everyone else hears.

"Michael Wade?" my teacher says, followed by "present". Mx. Carter is a great teacher, they are probably one of my favorite teachers. Science is also my best class. I think I have an "A" which I'm so proud of. It's fitting because of the "extracurricular activity" that I might explain soon. 

"Linda Mark?" Mx. Carter said, "Linda are you here?" this time there was no response. Mx. Carter does the attendance backward. Not that that's unusual, but they are not the sanest person I've ever met and I'm happy about it. That probably makes them my favorite teacher. I remember once Mx. Carter started class by purposely breaking a perfectly working Chromebook just so they could show us the inside. They replaced it soon after and the school never found out, but we knew.