Six Secrets

1 ： Elle

I don't know how I got here, really. This random place. What was I even doing last night? The last thing I remember is blacking out and now... It's so cold. I'm wearing a thick jumper, but it doesn't seem to be keeping me warm.

My eyes drift around the room observing faces– some familiar and some not. There's five people, including me. I instantly recognize the twins from my highschool, Trenton and Danielle Williams. They both have thick blonde hair and blue eyes. It sounds shallow, but I only know them because they're considered the 'popular kids' at school. They're leaning on the wall with their arms crossed and they're talking with each other in hushed tones. Trenton sends me the occasional glance towards me.

I notice that the room is dull and is made up of what looks to be concrete. There are no windows– there goes my vitamin D– just plastic chairs and a dim light bulb hanging by a wire from the ceiling.

It's... Well, to put it nicely, shady.

The only noise in the room are people breathing. None of us are quite meeting each other's eyes, and it feels like we're playing icebreaker games.

I let out a breath and decided to speak up; "Hey, does anyone know how we got here?"

"No idea." A girl offers, her dark hair done up with strands framing her small face. I notice that she has a septum piercing, with subtle makeup that makes her eyes pop. I don't think I have ever seen her around before.

"Oh," And that's that, the silence resumes and I have never wanted to go home so badly.

"Are you in my English Class, the one taught by Mr. Brown?" Trenton pipes up. He sounds curious, and I wasn't sure I'd ever seen him talk to anyone but his sister and his friends.

I suppress the urge to roll my eyes, "I am." It comes out more defensive then I meant it to, but I shrug the guilt off.

"Maybe we should introduce ourselves?" The fifth girl finally speaks. She has black hair that's nearly down to her chest and soft eyes. I feel drawn to her immediately, she has an immediate aura of being genuine and accepting.

This place is sketchy and I don't know why we were all brought to this place, but I have a feeling we'd all get along with each other just fine.