We exited through the two large double doors that the group of strangers had just come through, and made our way quickly outside. All the while, thoughts and questions were racing through my head like 101 little puppies.
As we got outside, we were immediately pelted with cold, miserable rain. Typical English weather. I looked around and sure enough, every doctor and clone was standing rather awkwardly in there, now drenched pajamas. Tom and I hurried over to my parents, Dr. Michael and Emily Mckallum .
"Hey, what happened?" I questioned, approaching them. I grimaced at the ground, squelching beneath my bare feet.
"I'm not too sure yet," my mother said, glancing at the huddle of strangers, who were now, talking to some other scientists. She seemed as clueless as I was. Tom noticed a group of boys, huddled in a little pack. He nodded at me and sidled off to them.
"But I'm sure we'll figure it out," said my father, putting a hand on my mother's shoulder. Although he didn't sound very convinced about that.
At this point, one of the scientists (who's name I can't remember) began to speak. He wore a tight, buttoned-up lab coat, neatly polished shoes and a long, tie. He raised his hand and immediately a wave of silence washed over everybody. The nameless scientist coughed then addressed us all.
"I am sorry for the impracticality and inconvenience this may have caused," he began, looking at us sincerely, " I suggest that you all got back to your rooms as everything has been dealt with." He gave a solemn smile.
"And," he continued, locking gazes with my father, " may any senior staff accompany me in my office. There is a matter of importance I mean to discuss with you." He said, with as much authority in his voice as he could muster. He wiped his large glasses, only to let more rain fall and smudge the clean lenses.
"That is all," he said, and rejoined the gaggle of strangers. I shrugged at Tom and gave him my best 'what was that all about?' look. He gave me a sleepy smile and trudged over to me. Together we both followed everybody else back inside. On the way back, Tom was chatting although he never makes any real sense when he was tired. I kept nodding half-heartedly and agreeing although I wasn't entirely sure what I was agreeing with. As I reached my room, I bade a sleepy goodnight to him and opened my door. It shut with an ominous bang. I yawned, slipped into a dry pair of pajamas and fell into my bed.
"Goodnight Universe," I mumbled and slept.
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Science FictionCara is not human, she's a clone. Although you wouldn't be able to tell since she doesn't look or act any different to you or me. She was designed by genius scientists that one day mysteriously vanished without a trace. Now, some years later, they...
