Toby sat in silence for a few moments, collecting his thoughts. "Alright, lets get started. This explanation will take few minutes, and it will be faster on us if you held all comments until the end, okay dude?"
"Whatever you say pal." He responded
"Alrighty, here goes nothing. The Base is where we live. People like us. Our school isn't on Base really, but a lot of the teachers are from it. When we are out in public, which is quite often, we have to control our emotions. We can't have color. I would like you to come to base with me. It's just in Maine. Truly not that far. Only about, I don't know, where are we, we're in south-east Missouri right? Yah. Only about 6 or 8 states away. If you come with me I promise, you won't be alone again. I understand if you don't want to come with me and quite frankly, I'd be a little concerned if you did, but it is in your best interest to come. You'll be safe there." Toby seemed to take a break, thinking carefully. "Also, we get all the cookies we want, with milk. All in all, it's a pretty chill place to go. Now obviously, you're going to have questions, but I cannot answer them right now. I need you to make your decision and quickly too, we are running low on time."
Samuel look at him for a few seconds. After finishing his cookies, he stood up from his dining room table, put his glass in the sink, and started to walk back the way they came form.
"Um. Dude," Toby said questioningly. " What are you doing?"
He followed close behind Sam, not wanting to get lost in this miniature mansion.
"Well, I'm going to go pack a bag and write a note. How much time do we have? 21 minutes left right? So I'll to be ready in 11. All I need for you to do is stay out of my way and we'll be out of this hell hole in a jiffy." Sam responded, as if it was clear as day.
Toby, however, was confused. He was shocked actually. This was not playing out like he expected at all. When they reached the attic again, Toby sat on the bed and started to think.
"Hey, ummm, Dude? Can I ask you just one little question?" There was a moment of complete silence. "Um. What exactly is your name?"
Sam stuck his hand out as an invitation. "Samuel, Sam, dude, pal, idiot, really I'll respond to just about anything. It's up to you."
After shaking hands, Sam went to his closet. For the first time, Toby realized that even though Samuel obviously lived in a upperclass family, all of his stuff was old and torn. His closet had a total of 10 shirts and 1 hoodie. All the shirts looked as if they were about 3 years old and 2 sizes to small. The hoodie had to have been a hand-me down with holes and stains. Toby looked around room and saw that there was a pattern. Everything was old. The only exception was a pair of western boots and the laptop on the desk that still has "Raid of the Night" open. Toby observed how Sam packed his bag. In the bag went: all 10 of his shirts; his 1 hand-me down hoodie; 2 pairs of jeans that had holes and grass stains; all 7 pairs of socks; all 7 pairs of underwear; tennis shoes; and a pair of pajama pants. Sam then went to his desk, took his laptop and set it carefully on top on the clothes. He reached for charger and carefully wrapped it up, setting in the bag along side of the laptop. Next, he took out a piece of paper and wrote a quick note, placing it on the desk. Lastly, he changed into a green shirt, his only pair of jean without holes, and stepped into his boots that he had left out.
"Ready?" Sam asked breaking Toby out of his trance.
"Hold on Samuel. You mean you actually want to go, no questions asked? Nothing. You're just gonna come to Maine with me, some guy who you met just 1 hour ago, who glows colors? You're some kind of crazy." Toby started to glow a muddy yellow.
'Uncertainty' Sam's mind supplied.
"Yes, okay, because as you can see, my life here sucks. Maybe the Base will be a good new start for me. Not like anyone will care if I'm gone. And you know. You seem cool. I say what the hell, why not? So come on. We only have 9 minutes left in the hour and according to you, we need to get going. So lead the way," Sam glanced and saw that Toby was still the same color, "Mr. Uncertainty"
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What the Hell is Going On?
FantasyWhen a mysterious boy breaks into Samuel's room, Sam is left with some tough questions. Most importantly, what the hell is going on?