Chapter 8

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The seven friends have spent their first day in the asylum.

Maria looked worried. "How can we prove to everyone that we're telling the truth?", she asked herself.

"I need to talk to the others." She looked through the bars of her cell.

" Walkie Talkies! But how do I get them?"

Just then, a miracle happened. Two guards were walking down the hall - holding Wyatt.

" Sir just wait here we gotta check something out." One guard said. As the two men left, Maria started whispering to Wyatt.

"Psst, Wyatt. Can you pass me that thing right there?" Wyatt questioned her demand, but Maria gave that look that says 'just do it!'

He grabbed the grip and passed the tool to her. "Thanks" she laughed.

Incase you're wondering, if Wyatt gave her the walkie talkie, the guard would've seen him, since he's clumsy, and could've accidentally press a button.

Maria grabbed the walkie talkies one by one, making sure not to hit any buttons. When she finally got the last one, she quickly spotted Wyatt crying as the guards were putting him into his cell.

"Just BELIEVVVVVVVE IN ME!!!" He cried.

Wyatt never cries.

Maria ALWAYS keeps a bow-and-arrow, and a homemade slingshot- which works really well.

Since Maria has taken archery lessons since she was 5, she able to slingshot each walkie talkie by each person's cell.

The six took the walkie talkies.

"If you don't know how to work this, look at the back. Do any of you remember anything?"

"Trina to group, I do remember a label on the person's.....umm, I don't remember where but I saw it."

"Tara to Trina, what did it look like?"

"I know what the symbol stands for. It means a-aah!!!"

"Trina? TRINA?" Everyone looked worried. As for Trina...

"Miss can you not scream please? We know you're...troubled, but people are being visited, so keep it down."

The man walked away. "Guys? The man who's walking down the hallway, I-I think he has the label on his neck."

As the man passed, everyone was looking at his neck.

"Weirdos" he mumbled.

"Trina, I don't remember that person" Fel said. Stephanie shook her head. "Me neither."

Stacy rolled her eyes, and spoke into the walkie talkie. "Whether or not that is the person, we need a plan to get out of here.?"

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