~Sandra~
I walked with Trina down the hall. We were heading to lunch.
"I hate how Taylor always tries to get me in trouble." Trina said as I nodded.
"Yeah thats stupid." We walked into the lunch room and walked over to our friends Johanna, Tina, and Cara. We sat in our usual seats and I smiled as I saw they were playing Animal Jam our favorite game.
"Hey guys," I said as I grabbed some food out of my lunch box and started to eat. I grabbed my laptop and opened it and started to play animal jam. We all started to play the claw game on animal jam.
"Im gonna play gem breakers." I said as Cara smiled. I presses multiplayer as a girl with a animal I recognized joined me.
"CRAP THIS GIRL IS GOOD!" I yelled as Cara smiled again>
"Why thankyou."
"CARA!"
~Scientists~
"What is she doing now!?!?" The head scientist yelled as she looked into Sandra's room.
"Lunch with her... er- um- 'friends' again" Serra a tall, red headed scientists said as the head scientist looked into the room and saw sandra laying on the small white bed talking to herself.
"Are you recording this?" She asked as Serra nodded.
~Sandra~
The bell rang and we all slowly walked towards our next class. I had Science with Cara, Trina, and Johanna next while Taylor had math. I passed by Eli and and Ina and said hi while laughing so much with my other friend. Eli and Ina are two other people I trust, barely anyone else though. I love my life but when im not with friends I seem all lonely. People think I am a loner. Then in science I sit by two girls who are friends with my other friends but those two girls then treat me like I need to die. I didnt care at first but then things changed.
~Scientist~
"We need to wake her up... this has been happening for 6 years... and she is still asleep."
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Random"She seems to have made up this 'friends'" "She thinks she is living like a normal human." "We need to wake her up." "But how...." Sandra was in a mental hospital. She thought she was in a normal life with her best friends when really scientists ar...
