Numb (Dark H.S.)

Chapter two

I watch as everyone rushes around, throwing clothes on. All of them have nervous, yet excited expressions on their face. I thought people came in several times a day to get children. I know that this is a chance for them to get out, but is it like this every time? I can't help but to feel lost. What am I suppose to do? Should I be nervous like everyone else? I'm definitely not excited. Sammy, I think her name was, said that the guy that was coming in wanted a teenage girl. Which is obviously my department. But that means if I were to be chosen, Derek would be here without me. And I would go with the man, without him,

Though I highly doubt that I will get chosen. I've only been here for a night and my luck is low. I only got to see Derek once, which was at dinner. They have age groups at dinner too. All the teenage girl sit at the front, then the teenage boys, then all the younger kids at the end. I sat at the end of the row, hoping that Derek would sit by me. Unfortunately, a boy with jet black hair sat beside me, giving me a creepy smile. I gave Derek a sad look, which he looked away from, going back to staring at his plate.

It hurt. So bad.

"He's here!" One girl shrieked from the window, pointing her finger. All the girls rushed to the window, staring at the man. I stayed glued in my spot, not wanting to see.

"Damn," Sammy whispered, licking her lips. "He's hot as hell."

"He looks so young though," a girl with dark skin and long black hair, that's name I've learned is Emillee said. "He can't possible be here to adopt someone."

"I think he might be," Tiffany said, chewing on her fingernail.

"Oh, god," a girl with brown hair said, her hand going to her mouth. "I'm gonna puke," she ran to the nearest trash can, puking inside it. I rushed over to her to grab her hair, but was pushed away by her hand flying back. I gulp, instantly regretting leaving my spot.

"She doesn't like being touched," Darcy says, putting her hand on my shoulder. "Don't take it personally."

I can't help but to take it personally. I'm not sure why she didn't want me to hold her hair back. Did she want it to fall in her puke? I doubt it, but I'm just confused.

The door opens behind me, making me turn around. The lady from yesterday walks in, a tight frown on her face. All the girls line up, leaving me standing there. I quickly go to the end of the line. Some girls chuckle, making my face flush.

"Mr. Styles is here," she says. "You better hope that one of you gets picked." She growls, turning and walking out the door. The line of girls follows her.

"We get a long list of chores to do if someone doesn't get picked," Darcy whispers to me. "It's awful. Really awful." I gulp, praying someone gets picked, just not me.

We walk down the long staircase. Every step I take, the more nervous I get. I can hear my heart beating, my hands getting sweaty. I rub my palms on my jeans. I notice that all the other girls are dressed up, wearing dresses or skirts, and I'm here in jeans and a t-shirt. But it just heightens my chances of not being picked, so that's good.