It's the same routine everyday, get ready, eat, sit and do nothing, eat, sit again, eat, sleep, and repeat.
It's pretty boring but it's not like I have a choice.
We all live in large buildings called "homes". It's more like a prison.
It's currently morning and I've already put on clothes, so now I have to go eat.
We eat all together in a large cafeteria.
I get my food and sit in my assigned chair. As I'm eating I examine the people sitting next to me.
I sit with an older woman, a small boy, and a boy my age.
The boy my age and I exchange glances every once in a while, but that's all we are capable of as far as human contact goes.
Once I am done eating I walk over to another large room. This is the bit I dread the most.
We literally sit in this room and stare at a wall.
I sit with the same small group of people everywhere, so I sit next to the boy my age.
I examine him more carefully than I did earlier.
He has light brown hair and hazel eyes.
As I'm looking at him he looks over at me and the corners of his mouth go up.
What is that? I've never seen somebody do that before in my life. I kind of like it though.
After the long period of time we spend doing nothing, it's time for our middle meal.
I start to walk down to the cafeteria when I see the familiar hazel eyed boy.
Apparently he doesn't see me and we hit each other as we both fall to the ground.
"Ow." I mumble.
Of course I talk sometimes, but it's only small words like that.
He looks up at me looking scared.
"W-what did you just say?" he asks.
I almost scream because I can understand him. No two people share the same language.
"I can understand you, why?" I ask.
Then we both sit and stare at each other in disbelief.
We've both just spoken more than we have in our lives.
How is this even happening? This is impossible, I must be dreaming.
I pinch myself and let out a small squeal.
Well this is definitely reality.
"Let's go somewhere where people can't hear us." I say and start walking to my room.
Once we get to my room we both sit on my bed.
"So um...what should we call each other?" I say.
"Uh I'm not sure, this has never come up before." he responds.
"You've never thought up a name for yourself? I like to call myself Will." I say and he looks a lot less nervous now.
"I'm glad I'm not the only one that's done that, I like to call myself Jordan."
"Well Jordan, let's go figure out what's happening."
