The moment I got my schedule, I didn't know how to respond to my classes. It read: 1st hour Elements Basics, 2nd hour Math, 3rd hour Coptic Language, 4th hour Contests and Vacant Time
The rest was blank. First, what elements? Second, I will probably never use Coptic(a language) because it's dead! Last, I only have four classes so does that mean I have hours full of freedom? I do like contests! I wonder if they have clubs too, what if they have......FORENSICS, or Debate Team? This will be sorta cool.
In the middle of math class (ugh math) I got called to the lobby and office area. I hope I don't have any affairs. Maybe I being chosen for something?! I ponder this as I walk down the hallway, which is pretty long. After a while I'm dizzy and I feel sick. My visions blurred, so this can mean only one thing. I know this feeling and I understand the dangerous reasons people do it. I'm thoughtless and think of nothing. It hits me. The symptoms. The darkness surrounding my vision. I should have known. The little prick I felt, when I accidentally ran into the tour guide. She said it was only a shock from the dry air in the environment. She had a syringe, a tiny syringe and purposely walked slow to make me run into her. I was drugged. I don't feel anything at all. I don't like it. I should rearrange my words, sorry. I can't physically do or see anything. I feel my body moving. I don't like it. I don't like being helpless and vulnerable. I trusted the the school and they.....
drugged me.
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Science FictionA boy who lives in the dark An animated girl full of life A boy with humble beginnings The silent screamer A grey eyed girl with two sides The only real fighters in an endless battle against one of their pasts.
