The Prodigy and the Stray(UNDER MAINTENANCE)

Kella

I start to walk up the sidewalk. There is a large building, looking almost like a HUGE football stadium, much larger than a normal one. There was a large line in the front of building. I joined it. 

"Excuse me," I ask in a low voice. "Is this the war enlisting building. 

"Yea, you're in line to take the test, harhar." A large boy answers. He is at least twice the size of me. Get  in line with everyone else," he says gesturing to a huge line that emerged around one corner, of the large building then disappeared behind another corner. 

I gaped at it, and moved my feet to the end of the line. It stretched at least half a mile. After about 2 hours of waiting, I had moved about 1200ft. They were pulling out 10 people at a time every minute or so. I was just about to mumble something about how long this was going to take when a voice came over the speaker. The few soft voices that were talking shushed each other, and the whole line fell silent.  

"We will not accept anymore tributes today, if you are still in line, come back in three days time for the next enlisting time." And with that, the speaker clicked off, but it was inaudible over all of the yelling and complaining. The people in line were mad, and I could not say that I wasn't. I had just spent two hours  waiting in a line, some had spent more, and now we had to come back in three days and do it again.

"UGH!" I wanted to punch whoever was in charge of this, but I decided I probably should not get a bad reputation. Where was I going to stay? As soon as the question popped into my head, the answer did too. "Oh. No no no. I don't want to stay there, I'm not. I have to." I rolled my eyes as the realization came over me. Well I guess I'll have to walk, I glanced around and my eyes fell on the road that had gotten me here. I decided to follow that, and see if I can remember how to get to his house. I could barely here my thoughts over the crowd that was still angry. They're just wasting their time and energy, I mumbled and started walking down the road. 

When I finally got to his house after an hour, my legs were sore. All that standing, and running, and walking. I rang the doorbell, and he opened it with a surprised look on his face. "Kella?" 

"Don't ask any questions." I think spat out at him as I shoved past him, and made myself at home on the couch. 

"Ok." He said slowly as if he was unsure. "Um..." And that was all I heard before my head rolled over, and I fell to sleep.

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When I woke up later, I groggily pushed myself into a sitting position and reached for my phone. I had a quick panic attack when I couldn't find it, before I remembered the taxi had ran it over. I could see the oven from here, and it read: 5:24 am.  I'd had a good 8 hours of sleep. I noticed that there was snoring coming from the only bedroom, and peeked inside to see Boston laying face down in his bed, with his face smashed up against the pillow. Drool was dribbling down his check, and I laughed at the sight before turning into the kitchen and scoping out his pantry and fridge. I settled on some eggs and OJ for breakfast, and soon had 5 eggs scrambling in the pan.  "Wake up, lazy butt!" I called to him. The snoring stopped and I could hear him roll over in the sheets. I made breakfast! I heard a plunk, and leaned my head back into the room to see what had happened. He was laying on the ground, still fully dressed from yesterday, cuddling a pillow. I turned back into the kitchen and filled a glass with ice cold water before walking back into his room and dumping it on his head. 

"Ahh!" Boston screams like a girl.

"Hahaha!" I laugh hysterically. "Uf!" I grunt. Boston pins my arms up on the wall pushing me into it and looking me up and down, but then a look of realization crosses his face. I pulls his arms away quickly. Water is dripping down his head. 

"What the fuck was that for?!" He yells obviously grumpy and bewildered. His face started to turn red. He ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. I hear him turn on the shower and the water and he keeps flushing the toilet. 

"What the hell?" I mumble to myself. I walk back into the kitchen and put the eggs on a plate and grab my sweatshirt, pulling it over my undershirt realizing how bad I look with no hair and feeling self conscious. I put the hood over my head and grab a fork. I finish my breakfast, getting quite annoyed at the loud bathroom noises. I grab the TV remote and turn the channel to Disney-PBS, it came out a year ago. For some reason, the teen beach two and Elmo together always interest me. I turn the volume up loud, blocking out the noise. 

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I change the channel now bored of the five minutes of Elmo/teen beach two combo. I turn look at the national geographic channel and find my favorite channel, the discovery channel. 

"Clack." The shower shuts off as well as the sink. Boston stops flushing the toilet and comes out no shirt on. I look at him with wide eyes. He is skinny and slouched, looking like he's in pain. He walks into the kitchen and I turn off the TV, afraid of what had just happened. I thought he was just being a bastard!

"Kella..." He starts, but then stops. 

"Yea...?" I say. He sighs. 

"I...can't have these eggs."

"What! I made them special for you!" I look at the clock it's 5:51 am. It's almost six. I tried to keep acting like nothing was wrong but it was hard. I was dying to know what happened.

"I, uh am allergic!" He says, but I know it's a lie.

"Why do you have eggs than?" I say suspiciously.

"Because my grandma likes them."

"You're a fat liar." I say and he looks down. 

"Well, I would say I'm a bit skinny but not fat dear." 

"Fine. You're a skinny liar. Now tell me the truth. Why can't you eat these eggs? Did I make them wrong?" 

"No! Kella, you did a wonderful job! I just can't eat right now. I promise I will eat them for lunch!" He says. He is weirdly being nice. He starts to walk towards his room. 

"Get back here." I call.

"Ugh. What, my queen?" He says annoyingly. 

"Why in the messed up world can't you eat?!"

"Shoot Kella! You are no detective, are you!" He yells. I look at him with a rude look. 

"Last time I checked, I didn't go to college and study that shit!" 

"I have Crohn's!" He screams knocking my whole cup of OJ to the ground. "Fuck, just fuck. I have been doing that crap since I was a kid!" He says loudly. I just stare at him in disbelief. 

"I'm...sorry!" I say so guilty feeling. He should've told me. Crohn's is so painful! A cure for it still hasn't been found. 0.0001% of people a year are diagnosed with that! They found the cure for Cancer, and Ebola. But not Crohn's. Boston walks to his room. He must not be able to eat because it hurts. I walk into his room. 

"And that's why you had that episode in the bathroom." I say in realization. He nods turning red.

"Oh no. It's happening again." This time it's obvious he can't hold it in and run to the bathroom. Puke sputters all over the bed and floor. He hurls again and again. "Stay here." I say quickly and run out of the room, frantically searching for his keys. I sprint out the door and onto the driveway. I hop into Boston's car. I rev the engine and speed away never feeling so compelled to doing something for someone.