Open All Doors

The box

They called it the box, the place where everyone grew up in. It was a large cement building with no windows but it had a quart yard. If you sat in the quart yard you could see all the way to the top of the 6th floor, although the sky wasn't pretty blue all the time. On a good day i would go out and just stare into the sky. The days were often filled with classes, exercising, and sleep. I would stay up and paint, even if the lights shut off i would use the small bem of light from underneath the door to my room. The one place i dreamed of going to was somewhere with color and beauty, green grass, blue skies, and millions of flowers everywhere. It took three weeks but the wall near my bead was coverd in paint, i made my dream come to life on that wall.
I hated it here, there was no color, nothing interesting ever happened. The only semi-interesting thing that happend was on Friday. The directors would come over the speakers and tell everyone to report to the common room, it was a large room that was really bright sometimes it would hurt my eyes. We would all sit there and wait to be called up to the front. If you were called you were being transported to your new life with your new family. See this bilding, the box, was full of children with no familys. We were grown in test tubes and placed in bildings like the box. When your name was called it was like being accepted into heaven. I've waited for 16 years, no one wants me but i dont blame them whats special about me. I have brown hair that is pretty long, im way to tall for my age, i have purple eyes, and im a pasty white. I usually keep to myself, i dont have any real friends but i do have imaginary ones. I guess people dont like that.
Friday, another disappointing day knowing i will never leave. I sit down with a small peace of paper and doodle a little bit but i keep hearing someone calling me.
"Cameron, is Cameron here?"
Wait! They were calling my name. I've been waiting for so long i didnt even recognize when they said my own name. I walked hastily up to the front and stood there. I was leaving, someone wants me.

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The day of the calling sounds so much better than the meeting. I guess i tried to make up excuses why i couldn't go but i would always be forced to go. I absolutely hated the common room it was to bright, you would walk in to an empty room with lots of chairs and you would sit in that bright room and either get called up or continue to go every Friday. I remember the day i was called it was kinda cold in the box and i decided to go to the meeting with my comfy pants on, and they were not flattering. I would be tudly awoken each Friday with the blaring sirens comming from the loud speakers. I sit up and just debate to play dead or actually go to this, i know no one wants me, who wants a sixteen year old?oh well, i guessi should at least put pants on before the officers come looking for me. A few minutes later as im attempting to put my hair up i get a nock on the door, the officers were comming to check if everyone was ready to go. I never really understood the system here but i never questioned it, i guess i dont want to get out and have no idea what to do. As everyone walked down the halls no one talked which was a little weird because it made the long hallways seem eerily quiet. The silence continued to the common room, no one talked it was just silence, no words but the directorsin the front. It was about ten minutes into the meeting when i started dozing off, and i was awaoken with something pleasant this time, some one shook me awake and told me my name was being called. Wait what? I got up abruptly and hastily walked to the front. One of the directors shook my hand and said "you, young lady, are about to start you adventure to a new life. Congratulations cameron for making it this far." This was crazy, after all these years i fianally get to leave. My mind started racing who was in my new family, do they have other children, will i be good enough for them? I was starting to panic a little and one of the directors took me aside and gave me some water and said "listen child, this family had millions of options to choose from, you know this. They wouldn't have chosen you if you weren't exactly what they wanted. You will be fine just breath and packyour things." I couldn't get a handle on this for a while the entire walk back to my room my head felt like it would explode. When i got to my room i broke down and started to cry, i didnt know what was happening to me, why was i crying i wanted to leave. I pulled myself together and got mt dirty duffel bag from under my bed and started to pack clothes and any art supplies i could fit in my bag including a small camera, which i proceeded to take a picture of the paintings on my walls. The last picture i took in that room was of the painting of my dream place above my bed. I took one last look at that room, it was the only place i knew up till this point, i felt sad almost like i didnt really want to leave. None of that mattered now i was going to my new family and im sure they were excited to see me.
I walked outside with the other children who were going to there new homes. The sky was gray and it was chilly out, i guess it was a good thing i had my coat on. Some of the kids who were waiting for the transports looked younger than me and some of them looked a bit older than me. Once the transports came to pick us up all of us got on and picked put seats. The driver started grabbing for my bag but i had my valuables in it so i refused and sat down. I took a while for everyone to get situated but eventually we started moving. To my surprise we didnt drive on top of the ground but we traveled in tunnels underground, weird but i cant do anything about it. I was a little upset about this because i wanted to see a new world beyond our cement walls, oh well. The ride was so long by now it had to be night and everyone else was asleep, except me. I stared out the window even though there wasnt anything to see, or sk i though. Hours went by and i was about to doze off when i noticed something written in red on the walls, it said "open all doors and escape". That was strange but it get stranger. Not even seconds later a boy was sitting next to me and i didnt even hear him sit down. It was almost like he just appeared there.
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