"Thank you so much sir, I'll take it from here." Victor said putting his hand of my back and started walking.
"W-what?" I said confused.
"Call me Dr.Simon, please." He said turning into a room.
"Listen, I'm not a criminal, I'm a secret agent, I'm on a case looking for Neal. I snuck into his room when he left, I took a shower and then you knocked onto the door." He continued, "but my real name is Victor. We believe Neal is the one raping young girls."
"But, oh my god." I said confused.
"But don't worry, he didn't rape your sister, she just had a gunshot to her head. She went fast and painless." Victor said walking me out of the room again.
"I'm going to get you out of here. I've already talked to several employees. We leave tonight. I'm going to take you to the house were I work. Meet me in the kitchen tonight at 7:30. Not a minuet late." Victor said walking away.
"Okay." I said turning around.
"Ow." I said looking up.
I bummed into a tall man with gray hair.
"Excuse you. Young lady I believe your going the wrong direction." He said grinning.
"Excuse me, I'm sorry. I'm new, I don't quite know where I am nether the destination." I said nervously.
"Well, it's lunch. The lunch room is that way. Last door to the left." He said pointing away.
I slowly walked off to the lunch room. As I walked into the lunch room I saw the kitchen and made sure I memorized were it was so I could leave later at night. I went to the spot were they were giving food, the food didn't look so bad. There was a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich and an apple. I took the plate of food and looked around the room for a seat. I thought everyone would be old and weird. But to my surprise, it was all young people. I though maybe this institution for "crazy people" is actually for troubled young people. Still that didn't make me want to stay.
Anyway, I spotted a group of girls and walked over to sit with them.
When I set my plate down and I was a few inches of planting my butt on the seat, I got interrupted,
"Ugh, haha, what do you think your doing?" A sassy girl said.
I looked over at the girls. The sassy girl that had talked to me had dark skin like the milk chocolate Hershey chocolate bars I eat. She had dark black hair in a million tiny braids.
"Ugh, well! I just got here..." I started to say but another girl interrupted me,
"We didn't ask 'bout ya life story, just tell us what ya think you doin' tryin' sit by us, little girl!?" She said crossing her arms.
She had bright, light red-ish brown-ish hair and hazel eyes. Her skin was pale. She looked irish, but it was probably because of her red-ish hair.
"I think, I'm going to sit here, eat lunch even if your uncomfortable with my 'little girl' ass sitting next to all your wrinkled ones." I said setting my tray down and starting to eat.
"What's ya name?" One girl asked.
"Megan." I said glancing over at the braided hair girl.
"Yours?" I asked.
"I'm Carley." The red-haired girl said.
"Serena." The braided hair girl said staring at me.
All 5 of them said their names, but I could quite remember each one.
Later that evening it was 7:29 and I sneaked to the kitchen.
"Pst!" I heard a voice say.
I looked around and saw Dr.simon.
"Come here!" He whispered
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I see shapes
General FictionThis funny yet sad short story will make you laugh, cry, and face palm. It's about a young girl named Megan Lemore of the age 14 discovers instead of just looking at things you have to look harder. After doctors, therapists, and mom to daughter talk...
