Raymond's POV:
The dining room was something that I didn't expect at all.
There was a long, white, glass table and a large glass chandelier hanging above.
One of those typical rich people banquet rooms if you know what I mean.
Will I...actually have the honor to eat at this table for years to come?
Meals were neatly placed on it too.
A whole turkey, pasta, fried chicken, soup, curry, macaroni and cheese, pizza, anything you can name.
Heck, I'm usually given two grains of rice. Literally.
When my family is feeling nice that day, they give me 5 grains of rice.
And that's why I'm so scrawny.
I usually never eat because if I save those grains for the end of the week, I could reward myself with a spoon full of rice.
You see, the regular human being will probably die.
But I have survival instincts. Ish.
I didn't even know how to eat a bowl of food so while I was eating, I kept asking the agents if it was okay to eat another spoon of it.
I think they got tired of me real fast and I got a smack in the head from Agent 3.
How nice right?
At least they didn't pull a leather whip on me.
Seriously though.
Where do you get a leather whip?
After the heavenly dinner, I finally was able to see my room. Was thinking about it the entire time.
I'm hoping that it actually has a closet but I'm not gonna let myself get carried away now.
The agents led us fifty people down a hallway and showed us multiple doors, all next to each other.
It looked like large sized lockers but with an elegant appearance.
Why a circle?
We all exchanged confused looks as we walked down the aisle, trying to find our names.
I counted each door as I walked down. Carved at the base of the 34th door is my name:
Steward Poo
As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted with a strong fragrance. I flickered on the light and was shocked.
Woah.
That's impossible.
KING bed. There was a KING BED.
No old mattress on the floor or anything. A KING bed.
A 50" television, hung on the wall and a round glass table sat next to the bed. A vase of flowers was neatly put together. I'm guessing that's where the smell came from.
The principal said there were uniforms in the closet...
WAIT...CLOSET!
I hopped over, pacing back and forth five times.
My hands trembled as I reached out and slid my fingers across the beautiful frame that was so well put together.
Such amazing texture....and slowly but steadily, I grabbed the handle of the beautiful furniture, and pulled it open.
Huh?
Like she had said, there was four clothing items in there.
But the weird thing was....she said uniforms. Uniforms.
What's the problem? THESE AREN'T UNIFORMS.
THESE ARE BATTLE CLOTHES.
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Karma
Action{COMPLETED in 2018} Sometimes being nice and forgiving isn't the best route. Steward Poo has been bullied since 4th grade by his peers, teachers, and by his own family. One day, Steward gets taken away along with many others; they find out that the...
