The popcorn went flying in the air. I couldn't look away! This must be a mistake... I mumbled this to myself a few times. My sister let out a super loud squeal. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?
There I sat... with a drink in my hand starring at my picture and name on the news for the bowl. I got selected as one of the 10 girls. I ran straight to my room not carrying about what my mom thought. I grabbed the first bag I saw and started packing random clothes. I grabbed the bag and ran straight out my front door. I kept running, not knowing what from. I guess you could say "The Bowl." I usually don't think Before I do things. I got this Jean from my dad. The very next second I'm on the ground with a bullet in my shoulder. I winced at the pain. It burned. I didn't know what to do. I saw a bunch of people head my way, not knowing who because everything was a blur.
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I woke up in the hospital wing. My mom sitting on the chair beside the bed I was laying on. She let out a big breathe when I sat up. That sigh was full of relief. Probably from knowing I'm not dead.
I thought to myself before speaking to my mom. I didn't know where to start. What was the day?? Did I get out of the bowl?? Where is dad, Clayre and Jaycob?? As I was thinking someone came walking in the room. It was Malcolm. This was the last person I wanted to see come though that door. That answered my second question.
Malcolm and my mom whispered for a few minutes... I didn't quite hear anything they were saying, but from what I see, they seem pretty close. This made me wonder how long have I actually been in this hospital? As I was looking around the room I also noticed I've never been in this hospital before. Malcolm looked over to me and saw my confused look that was all over my face. By answering all of my questions in one sentence, he said... "You are in the white house, and have been here for three days now." So... yes, apparently I am still in the bowl. This was just great!
Who the heck even shot me?? This question kept replaying in my mind all through the tour of the White House. The tour of the House didn't take to long, but it did take a little less than an hour because it was gigantic! We finally had arrived at my room and the tour guide left me alone. I searched my room for cameras. I know there must be some in here.
I spotted one in the air vent! I climbed up on the chair beside the vent. I made sure not to show my face to the camera. I didn't want them to know that I was about to disable it. I learned all this techie stuff from Jaycob. He is like a genius. So... I unhooked the camera. It's just, I'm that type of person who doesn't like to be watched or observed. That's why my little secret can't get out. If anyone finds out that I can read minds or feel exactly what other people are feeling, they are going to take me away to get tested on. I would hate that!
Two maids came into my room a hour after I had arrived to my room, to get me ready for dinner. They seemed so happy to serve me. All they wanted to do was clean or sew a dress for me. They even wanted to wash me! I told them I was good. I was not use to all of this.
They seemed friendly enough to ask the question I have been thinking since I had arrived.
"How did I get shot?"
They all went quiet. They seemed kind of ashamed. I felt bad, but I wasn't giving up... So, I asked it again.
"How did I get shot?"
The youngest looking one spoke up. I think her name was Kismet. She told me that it was a guards mistake. The guard thought I was a robber trying to escape after hours.
This made sense because no one was aloud out after hours... But another question popes into my mind. It's a question I couldn't ask anyone, which really kills me.
"How come I saw it coming, in my dream?" "Can I also see the future through my dreams?"
