***************************WARNING****************************
This basically talks about experimentation and a little bit of torture, not quite sure about the torture part, but just want to put that in, just in case. If this triggers you please don't read this chapter.
Anytime I turn on a light by flicking the light switch, I always think about the first time I did it.
You see, I was held in a lab from when I was born to about three years ago. It's always fun to learn the different things that people who grew up differently use, how they make their own food, cut it, turn on lights, make beds, etc.
The first time I used a light switch was really fun.
*FLASHBACK*
I had escaped my prison where experimentation happened on a daily basis. The routine was wake up, eat, test, work out, eat, more testing, work out some more, sleep, and repeat. Lots of things were done for me, lights were always on, food set in front of me with pieces cut. I never had time to wonder if chicken was normally in square pieces, must be some weird chicken.
It was hard to escape since the place was heavily guarded. Now, I was running towards some place that had had the lights on. I couldn't tell what it was, but it might be similar to what I was used to.
I opened the door and was met with lots of people.
(So, I worked on this myself since my study buddy wasn't able to receive it, so I hope it is good. Hope you enjoyed and looking forward to the next chapter.)
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Short Stories I Made in Class
Short StoryI'm planning to put any and all stories I write in my creative writing class here. I will put warnings if there is anything that might trigger or make anyone uncomfortable.
