Here We Are

Chapter 6

I had a really strange dream. I can't remember too much as you always seem to forget dreams once you wake up. I don't usually dream. Usually no clone does. It just one of those things that separate us from being normal. Different.

Anyway. I woke up peacefully, in my soft, large bed. Outside the birds were singing and the sun was shining beautifully... Who am I kidding?
I woke up because I heard someone screeching, over the intercom in the hallway. I looked out the window. Outside, there was unwelcome rain. Rain is probably an understatement. The sky was clouded over with a blanket of thick clouds and fog started to drift towards us.
Just your average Monday. Don't we all just love Monday mornings.

I propped my self up on my pillow, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I cocked my head, listening to what the intercom was saying.
' Everyone from Group B please report to Dr. Bramwell's office immediately.'
Well, that's me. Rise and shine.

I stumbled out of bed, tripping every few steps over forgotten objects scattered across the floor. An empty crisp packet, an odd dirty sock, several crumpled up prices of Paper, an apple core... You get the idea. I approachd my wardrobe. It only consists of grays, blacks and whites, all jumped together in colorless rainbows. I pulled out my most casual outfit, although I don't have many, and change. I glanced in the slender mirror that hung on the back of my door.

I wore a loose black top, accompanied with a gray knit cardigan. My shoes where plain white slippers and I wore black trousers. The outfit isn't particularly pretty although it isn't meant to be.
My eyes are a leafy green with flecks of gold and hazel. Waves of messy hair, tangled together made up of ginger and brown, hangs down my shoulders like a waterfall. Yawning, I pulled my bed hair into a ponytail.
I sighed. Somewhere, there is a person who looks just like me. Or rather, I look just like them.
I turn towards the door, just as it begins to open. Standing in the doorway, was Tom.

"Hey, did you hear the...woah! What happened in here?" he gasped, gesturing to my cluttered room. He did a double take, looking around my room, his eyes getting wider the more he looked.
I shrugged.
"It's just a bit messy," I replied.
He looked at me in horror.
"Messy is putting it lightly," he told my, folding his freckled arms across his chest.
"Hey! It's not that bad..."
He raised his eyebrow.
"I would say that..." he said, scratching his chin, "if vikings had a party, invited a few circus monkeys maybe a drunk elephant, it would definitely be cleaner than this place."
"Well, if..."
"Is that my sock?" he said, rushing past me.
"Oh yeah. I thought that was yours," I said, leaning on the door frame, "though I don't where the other is."
He frowned.
"Sock murder," he whined, picking up the smelly sock.
I rolled my eyes.
"That's gross."
"Don't worry, she didn't mean it," he said, addressing the sock.
"Your so weird."
"You always know what to say!"
I sighed.
"C'mon. We need to get going. Otherwise Dr. Bramwell won't leave us alone."
"Fine," he sighed.
We turned and started towards Dr. Bramwell's office.