"We wouldn't be in this fudge-ing mess, no, TORTURE, if you hadn't spit on Carlos' shoes!" Riely fumed. Only, she didn't say fudge-ing, she said something a lot worse. Something I'm not allowed to say. And by mess, she meant how our ankled were bound with chains, our heads upside down, and a few inches away from a pit of freezing water.
I would argue that it's not my fault, but it totally is. And I'm proud of it. Riley always blames me when we come to the "punishment" room. Mostly because it's my fault. I can't help messing around. I'm only 12. Still a kid. I look over to her, she' staring straight at me, but I can't read her expression. Mostly because we're upside down. "it's a victory, Riley," I reply, "a triumph!"
"Hey! I thought I told you maggots to shut up!" a gruff voice sounds in the other room. A tall figure comes stomping towards us, wearing all black, with spikes on the shoulders. he walked towards a red lever, and stopped. "Now, who to dunk first?" he pondered teasingly, looking at the lever. "BOTH!" My head was soon dunked in freezing cold water, almost causing my lips to turn blue. Riley was able to spring back up, due to her ability. I hang there, with my skin burning from the cold. I feel as if I could freeze solid. My lungs already begin to ache. Air tries to escape my mouth. My jaw drops open. Bubbles leave my mouth and float to the surface. I squirm around like the little maggot the man said I was. I continue to struggle, desperate for air.
I was eventually dragged up to the surface, my mouth finally able to grasp air. when my ears surfaced, I heard a woman talking. "I have a request to lead the girls back to their cells, please." she said. the evil man grumbled some more, but finally released Riely and i to the woman's custody. She had shiny, black hair, and striking chocolate eyes. her uniform is plain, with a small D.A.G.G.E.R. embroidered on her chest.
The woman led us through countless cooridors, all grey. i hear newbies get lost in here. i never did. in fact, i can probably walk to my cell on my own, but it's against protocol. we finally reach cell 151, and the woman urges Riley in. her door slams behind her, and all i can remember, is the broken way she retreated into it. we continue down to cell 154, my cell. well, not totally mine, i do share it with a girl, lily. she's kinda quiet and confined, but i just think she's a good listener. i think. she doesn't really let anyone get to know her. i cross to my side of the cell, where a note hangs by a pushpin. I look to it, careful to read everything. What's on the fine print, really matters. just last week it said that my lunch was at 12:30, But only on Thursdays, you can only imagine my embarrassment when I appeared to lunch at 12:30 on Monday. I was even sent to the black room for that.
MEREDITH JANE SCOTT
AGE 12
CELL 154
WE INFORM YOU THAT YOUR CELL MATE, LILY WILL BE TRANSFERRED IN THE NEAR FUTURE. AFTER THE TRANSFER, IF YOU FIND ANY PERSONAL ITEMS BELONGING TO LILY, PLEASE RETURN THEM TO ROOM 223, HUNTER HALLWAY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION.
D.A.G.G.E.R.
