Kassidy's Travels

I got nothin

I awoke to hunger. I felt that I was not a stranger to it; like it was sitting on the other side of one way glass; staring me straight in the face and I didn't even know it was there. It was a strange sensation that I got all too often. I rolled over and sat up. I threw the sheets over my bed, and opened up my backpack. I dug around. Nope, no food. No matter. I pulled out my copy of A Wrinkle in Time and began to read. Again. It was a boo that had been thoroughly loved, to say in the least. I sat with my back against the wall and my knees pulled up, my book resting on them. Aris came over and sat cross-legged on the end of my bed.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"Whatcha' readin?" I held up my book.
"Oh. Cool. Never read it. I think..." He replied, thinking hard. I gave a slight smile. He sat with me for a while, and when I had read it cover to cover once again, we began to talk.
"Are you alright? I mean, with Rachel and all." I said
"Yeah." He said flatly.
"No you're not. I can see it. But I know in time you will be. I promise." I said, as I shifted to sit by his side.
"We had just made it... We thought we were safe! And then..." He trailed off, crying. I put my arm around his shoulder, sitting in silence. People looked at us funny, especially Aris, but I would glare at them and they would look away. Nobody wanted to see me get mad. Again... I had a bit of a habit of doing unpredictable things when I was mad. Eventually Aris calmed down and left to go take a nap. I decided I would do the same. I don't know how long I slept, but when I did kids were starting to starve. Nobody had eaten in three days or more. They barely had any energy to get up. I sat up and was dizzy from doing so too quickly. I stood and walked to the bathroom. I drank some water and left. I looked around to see kids laying around, stomachs growling, not able to think of anything but Grievers and food. I had an idea. I grabbed my book and started on chapter one, reading aloud. Heads turned, kids looked less bored, and they weren't thinking about hunger. I read until my voice was hoarse. I went back to sleep, not much else to do. I got up and stood. I walked a short ways away from my bed, when suddenly I ran into a wall. I looked and saw the Gladers on the other side of...nothing. And food. Food! I turned and saw a man sitting at a desk reading a book. I walked towards him, but I got no further than two steps before I ran into another wall. I walked back towards my bed and found that another wall had appeared behind me. I was trapped in a box barely big enough for me to sit down.
"Hey!" I yelled at the man, pounding my fists on the nothingness.
"Hey!" I screamed. He looked at me. He looked at a clipboard he had on his desk.
"Subject 1A, Kassidy Portman." He said. I nodded.
"You were a mistake. We're taking you out of the Trials. Please remain calm and do not resist." He said in a flat voice. Aris looked at me.
"Help! Help! Get me out of here! I'm claustrophobic!" I screamed. I wasn't, of course, but even he couldn't deal with a screaming and crying girl having a panic attack. Well, faking one. I faked hyperventilating, and even curled up into a ball and rocked back on forth crying for good measure.
"Oh, very well!" Sighed the man. He let me out of the box, but I was still on the wrong side of the wall. With him. I slammed my hands down on his desk.
"Listen up you slinthead, I'm not leaving these boys. I'm part of this and I'm sticking out till the end."
"Sorry, that's not your choice." He replied. Guards appeared out of nowhere. They roughly grabbed my arms, dragging me back towards the doors.
"Aris!" I yelled. The desk man looked at me, and at Aris, who was pressed up against the wall, worried and trying to find a way in.
"Why Aris?" He asked.
"Because I grew up with him and I care about him!" I yelled, struggling at the guards.
"I love her!" Aris yelled. I looked at him, and stopped struggling, and the desk guy put his book down.
"Well... That's interesting. Make sure they run some tests." He said and picked his book back up. I was dragged outside. No "cranks" in sight. I looked at the Guards, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"Please..." I said. They tugged me, literally dragging me to a jeep. I was handcuffed to the brace, and oddly enough my hands were wrapped in Mylar. They started up the truck and drove off. One of them leaned over and injected something in my arm. Black spots appeared in front of me, and I slipped into unconsciousness.