Unfinished Stories

Inside

I glanced around the room unhappily. I knew I would be sharing it with three other girls, but looking in I wished I could have a single room. In short, I wished I had never signed up for this experiment. Four identical beds were lined up along the walls, a nightstand next to each of them. All the way across the room, directly opposite from the beds were four dressers and four mirrors. At the foot of each bed was a bean bag chair. On the fourth wall was three doors. The other three girls, were, like me, staring apprehensively into the room. We shared a terrified glance before turning back to our guide.

"You each have a power outlet under each of your nightstands, so that you don't have to share one." she was saying. "The door on the right is the bathroom, the door in the middle is the gym, and the door on the left is the kitchen. New food, or replacement toiletries will come in those rooms through a chute on the wall, and it will land in a bin beneath it. The washing machine and dryer are in the kitchen. If you need any toiletries, simply send a note through the chute asking for it. Got that?" she asked. We nodded in union. "Alright, you girls can say goodbye to your parents and start to unpack." and she walked off. All of us turned to hug our parents goodbye, with an exception of one girl with bright blue hair and a jet black tattoo of the bones in her hand on her hand. It faded off about six inches down the arm. She just stalked right in, tossed her bag down at the foot of the corner bed, and sat down on the bed.

"We're gonna miss you, Die." my older brother, Andy, said, looking down. I stuck my tongue out at him, but he picked me up and swung me around. "Really, this is just about the stupidest thing you've ever done."

"Thanks." I said sarcastically.

"You're really brave for doing this, Dylan." My mom told me, and I kissed them both goodbye. I wasn't good at goodbyes.

As soon as all our families had left we all entered the room, and our guide locked it behind us. There was no going back now.

"So. What's all y'all's names?" the short girl with curly dark brown hair asked. "I'm Vaneda, but y'all can call me Eddie."

"I'm Dylan." I said. Eddie grinned.

"So ya know my pain, right? On the first day of kindergarten none of the girls wanted to play with me because they thought I was a boy, even though I was wearing a dress."

"Nice." I laughed. Eddie turned to the blue- haired girl, and the other girl, a California blonde with the perfect body. It was beyond all my imagination why she was in here.

"So who are you two?"

"I'm Chelsie." the blonde girl said. The blue haired girl rolled her eyes.

"Chrissie." she grunted.

"What a nice welcome, Chrissie." Eddie said sarcastically. Chrissie grumbled and flopped back down on the bed. Eddie ignored her and went on trying to be friends with all of us.

"Why did you choose to do this?" she asked us. "I actually signed up for it for a dare from one of my fans- I had no idea I would actually be chosen."

"Fans?" Chelsie asked.

"Yeah, I have this wicked vlog on youtube, apparently people really like looking at my face. Or hearing my voice. Either- or. I don't know, but they all dared me to sign up for this. So I did." Eddie laughed.

"I get the feeling you're the kind of person who'll do anything you're dared to." Chelsie said.

"Spot on!" Eddie said. "So yeah, why are you here? Dylan?"

"Just wanted to. It sounded cool, and I've always liked the idea of this kind of stuff."

"Cool. Chelsie?"