tornado // h.s.

tornado; one

C H A P T E R           O N E

“things turn out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out.” » john wooden

I SQUINTED my eyes as the nurse inserted the needle into my flesh, a sharp pain washing over me as the liquid medication coursed through my veins. I licked my chapped, almost colorless lips and pressed on the cotton that was stuck on my vaccinated arm. Drizzles of sweat trickled down my forehead as I dragged my small suitcase across the marble floor.

It was a complete commotion, fitting the whole town of Midpines in an underground cage. It was propostrous.

We headed towards a line of people heading towards the Security desk. When it was finally our turn, my father handed them our passports and medical forms to prove that we took our medication and that we were healthy. The old, tired looking man stamped them frantically before pointing at me. "You, teen eh?" his husky, smoker's voice spoke. I nodded shyly in response before he pushed me towards a group of people. "You stay with them. And you, will be with our caregivers, right there," he pointed to Avalon, directing her to some women trying to calm down crying children who longed for their parents. My father swatted his arms at me, signalling me to go and I heard a faint instruction being given to him.

I walked towards the group of people I was with, standing near a woman with a clipboard. "Ocean Smith. You will be staying at dorm 8A," she said, checking off my name with her blue pen. I nodded and took the card she gave me, standing awkwardly, studying the people around me.

  There were adolescents, much like me, scattered around the area, laughing and talking as if there wasn't anything wrong. All laughing, some smoking, but none of them were worried. Amongst them, I felt as if I have developed myself a self-imposed exile. Along with those reclusive thoughts was my indecisiveness that was as vacillant as a child picking a toy at a store. A part of me revelled in being alone, being different, being of a placid disposition so opposed to the rest. Then, there was the crazy, unperceptive fragment of me which flat out screamed monophobic. I hated the fact that I was alone. I was always so occupied with Avalon's foolery and dad's orders that it has now been sewn into the very seams of my being. 

 Then there was him. He was wearing a grey coat, his head of curls pulled back with a beanie. I saw him bend down to pick up the keys that have fallen from his pockets, his sleeve pulling up just slightly to reveal dark ink supposedly swiveled into his skin. He stood back up and for a split second, he caught my gaze, which triggered my 'reflex' of turning my head, even if I was leaning against a concrete wall. I turned my head back to study the people he was with. There was a tall, slim, tan girl almost resembling some model with her tight leather pants. Then, was a girl who looked like she didn't belong. She had strawberry blonde hair that cascaded down her back in little ringlets, her eyes a shade of azure so exquisite, that in the spur of the moment, I honestly envied her. Based on her large smile, and muffled laughter, it was so damn obvious that she was quite a social butterfly. My eyes trailed down her body, to see her fingers wrapped around his. I was so confused; he had an aura of shyness that radiated from him, which was so unlike her, an extroverted, confident girl. But who was I to judge? Opposites do attract, I guess. Lastly, I could see another boy, much like beanie-wearing, shy, grey-coat guy, although his sleeve of tattoos was visible because of his tanktop, and I could've sworn I saw hair under those arms of his. 

How disgusting, my thoughts complained.

I bit my lip nervously and followed the girls down the hallway which consisted of female rooms. 

Swiping my card in the slot, I pushed the button near the metal door with "8A" engraved into it. The doors slid open, revealing a small bed and a lamp that stood on a small, oak table. On the edge of the bed was a little booklet, the cover dull and colorless. I let out a long sigh, frustratingly wishing this would all end so life would be back to normal boring, life, but deep down, I knew it was never going to be the same. Although we're all safe here, I knew the normal life I had up there was going to be perished completely.  And with every will I had, I admit, I deserved change on this fixed mind-set I've developed myself through all these years, and I was going to face that, one way or another. 

"You're Ocean, right?" 

My head turned to the girl that called my name, afraid of what she was about to spit out at me. I hesitated for a moment before giving her a slight nod, not trusting my voice.

"I'm Beth, so nice to meet you! I love your name so much!"

"Do you need anything? And how did you open my door?" I replied quietly.

"You kept it unlocked, you're supposed to push the lock button after entering. And oh, uh, sorry. Um in the booklet, section two point five, it's a rule to not keep your doors open. I just wanted to warn you because Brooke got in so much trouble and-" 

"Brooke?" I cut her off.

"Um, yeah, Brooke. The other girl who's always with me, she's tan, and thinks leather is the new 'it' thing. I don't even know if she was thinking when she put on that outfit." 

"Oh, well thanks, I'll close my door." I shut her up, secretly wanting her to leave because I dreaded human interaction. Afterall, this world is filled with judgemental imbeciles destroying each and every exquisite delicacy, so why bother?

The corners of her lips raised in an awkward smile, and with a flip of her strawberry blonde hair, she walked out. 

Rules?

These rules added onto my theory that this cage, is what the government viewed as safety. What happened to my rights? 

"Please report to the cafeteria for dinner. Thank you." a blurry voice beamed through the speakers, interrupting my mental rants. 

a/n

im supposedly pre-writing this but im probably gonna end up posting it in two minutes or tomorrow so 

hello future lol

i hope u liked this and ocean is such a little brat omg i love her though bc shes a cutie

bye