Super Simulator

Chapter 32- Hunger-Games-Fighting-Arena-Thingy?

For the next few days I trained for my powers. Mainly testing them, and avoiding the therapist lady. I spent most time with Spencer, and we became close. His sister didn't really speak to me often though, but I guess Britney is just very focused on her work. Every spare moment I get I spend watching my friends, which makes me nostalgic I must admit, at least a little melancholy.
I was in the training room when Dr. Jackson came to me.

"Dreamer! So glad to see our greatest success! We're putting you in your own Fear! Remember? When you were in your friends' heads? Well, this is yours! It's for your brain and power observation," she said. My eyes bulged out of my eye sockets. DAFUQ?! I didn't know I was training for that! I would've trained harder.

I was a little scared too. I mean I didn't know what I'd have to fight, what I'm most afraid of. I don't know what to expect! What would it be?

"The good news is that we will put you back in the simulation tomorrow, this is the last thing we need you to do," Dr. Jackson said. I immediately lit up from within. I'd see my friends? Jason? But I'd miss Spencer . . .

I frowned. What about Spencer? He was my only friend here, and he is the only one I didn't have to second guess or have doubts about. Both in the lab and simulator. I wished he could come with me, but he is the only child worker here.

"Alright, if you could step into the . . . Um . . ." It seemed as if even Dr. Jackson was at a loss for words. 

"Hunger-games-arena-fighting-simulator-thingy?" I asked her. That's what is looked like to me anyway. "Sure, whatever," she waved it off. I stepped into it as everything disappeared except for the platform I was on. "All you guys have around here are simulators huh?" I said.

They could see me, but I couldn't see them. I knew that much.

I felt something -or someone push me. It was dark so I couldn't see anything. It scared the pelican tits off of me!

"WHO DAFUQ GOES THERE TURD PIPES?! You shalt not PASSS!!!" I screamed.

The figure finally stepped into the light. Where is that light coming from? Everything is pitch black here- OH SHIT NUGGETS WITH A SIDE OF FUCK FRIES!

I jumped up, surprised to see the face of an old tormentor. Cassidy Rudy, the girl who has called me enough names and given me enough punches to scar me for life. Both figuratively and literally. Her perfect brown hair still hung in ringlets, as she scowled down at me with pure disgust.

"Oh, it's the muck on my shoe again. The others were celebrating when we thought you had killed yourself," she sneered. I scowled-growled right back at her.

"You shit bastard. Want me to shove my foot so far up your ass you have to see the dentist because my foot reached so far up it knocked out your front teeth?" I regretted the words because then the rest of my tormentors came. All 26 of them. Yeah, I get around.

"You little whore!" one shouted. I rolled my eyes, I hope they can hear that.

"TIME TO GO SUPER ON YO ASS!"  I screamed, knocking over a few, well THROWING them more like with the telekinesis. They flew up and disappeared into the sky, and went out of sight with a Ding! And a sparkle in the sky. I wasn't really in the right mind, I just wanted to get this over with. Plus, they weren't really here.

I laughed hard. THEY BELIEVE THEY CAN FLYYYY. I SENT THOSE BITCHES UP TO THE SKYYYY.

"Freak!" another girl said. I turned around and saw her picking up a chair. WHERE DID THE  BITCH GET A FUCKING CHAIR?! First of all how can that skinny bitch pick that up? She is weak last I checked. I simply kicked her in the va-jay-jay. Believe me guys, it hurts for us girls too. You have something on the outside, we have something on the inside. It's called eggs, and not the kind you eat. Though I suppose some people eat those kinds . . .