The Things We Did Last Summer

Chapter 1

It was an experiment. For him, everything was an experiment. For him, for the whole group. They lived their lives trying to discover and pull out and twerk every detail of life. So when they had been presented with an opportunity to do the ultimate social experiment, they had hurriedly agreed. People, celebrities mostly although there were unknown people here and there, had been taken out of the real world.

To the media, they needed a break from their lives. They had all taken vacations, or were spending time with their family and friends before returning to the hectic life of a celebrity. In reality, to put it straight, each of the celebrities had been kidnapped. There wasn’t anything illegal about this procedure, that is if one had the permission of the government. The governments of several countries, the ones over the countries in which the celebrities had been residents, had been the ones to approach the scientists in the first place.

Each of these people had undergone a process. Their memories had been massively suppressed, although the strongest ones had been unable to be removed. There was potential that the subjects would bring those memories to surface if they were triggered, but that was trivial. Placing each of the subjects into a building filled with hospital white rooms, they let them be. As each of them would gradually awake, when the scientists were ready for them to, they would discover basic information about them, but the rest was for them to figure out. They needed to make themselves become someone, based on their surroundings and what they were given.

Cameras were hidden all over the island, for an island was where the experiment was to take place and cameras were necessary for observation. It was unlikely that the subjects would discover who was supplying them with food and drink weekly, The cameras were undetectable, there was no doubt in their minds that the islanders would find out that they were always being watched. Each of the scientists were interested in usually just one person, but he, he was in particular wondering about interactment in general. The people, how they would react to one another. How they would react to their surroundings.  Now, for the games to begin.

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Emma stared out the window, seeing the waves crash on the shore. She had woken moments before. She looked over her shoulder briefly, seeing the bed and the folder exactly as she had left them, unmade and open. She was completely clueless as to how she got here, or how long she had been asleep. The folder was no help, seeing as it only contained a picture, her name, her age, and that her favorite color was a dark purple, almost an eggplant. She rolled her eyes, feeling slightly frustrated that she was given knowledge of what her favorite color was, but no information on how she got here.

She pushed herself away from the window. Emma decided that standing here wasn’t going to do anything so she did the most sensible thing. She left. Stepping outside the white room, her eyes browsed around to see herself surrounded by the exact same color. The hall was white; the floor, ceiling, doors, light switches, and paneling were all white. It reminded her of a hospital room, though she wasn’t entirely sure as to why.

Walking down the hallway for a bit, trying each of the doorknobs as she passed by, she was about ready to give up. All of the doors were locked, and even though a few sounded like she could hear snores coming from the other side of the door, she wasn’t entirely sure what the rooms held. Try, try again. More doors, more knobs, more inaccessible passageways. After what seemed like hours, she finally found a door that led to the outside.

The sun was high in the sky, making the sand on the beach sparkle like precious stones. She walked down the front of the beach, loving the feel of the sand between her bare toes, the light breeze pushing her hair away from her face, and the salty spray of the waves. Her hair was cropped short, she had seen that when she had stared through the window in the first moments of her awakening. The style held bangs that draped across her forehead, from the left part over.