To Go Home-Fire flower series

TGH chunk 1

Prologue

          I’ve been stuck in a medium sized dog crate for a whole week now. The crazed lunatics have been running tests on me day and night, 24/7, or however you want to put it. After I fought that jerk in the hallway, nothing has been the same (and probably never be again).

          Have you ever heard about SEAK? If so, you can skip all of this stuff, but if not, keep reading. Are you still reading this? Now you have the chance to come in contact with this really, really, really, really crazy story.

          SEAK (space exploration as kids) is a miserable place to live. Everything is bare. SEAK does space research by sending orphaned kids that they trained to space or experimenting on them. The kids don’t care what happens to them because they can’t feed themselves and they get “rewarded” with a lame excuse of a meal which is just a protein bar and shake and a random potpourri of mush. Even this starts to sound appealing to me because they have not fed me in about three days. I guess they are trying to see how long I can go without food.

          So back to right now, a creeping looking mad guy opens my cage. I press my back against the cage, ready to kick the creep in the face, which is hard to do in a hospital gown. The guy opened the cage door and my feet made contact with a muffled thump. He tried to jump back, but he’s too late. One of his eyes was already turning purple-blue and his nose was bleeding, which added to the joy of it. Another guy was behind him, though, and he grabbed me by the feet and dragged me out roughly. The guy who grabbed me put me in a head lock while the one that I hurt grabbed me by the wrist and stuck a needle that I hoped was sanitary into my skin.

          Nothing happened for a second or two, but then a rush of heat from my arm went into my whole body. Red rimed my vision and a tingling sensation went all over my body. One of the last things I remember was a scar the shape of a petal on my wrist.

Chapter 1

          My name is Kristin Green and welcome to my life and my nightmares. The gift shop is to the left. Yeah, that was a nightmare and I usually get it every night. It also doesn’t help that my freaking alarm clock went off. I have to get up at five o clock in the morning to take a shower. Just to let you know how long it takes for me to just wash my hair imagine that you are washing your hair. Now imagine that your hair is a ratty, red haired mess that falls past the back of your knees. Yeah, it takes awhile.

          Everyone tells me to get it cut off, but I just can’t do it. I like the weight if the braided down my back when I work and fight (I do that a whole lot) if you are wondering, I work and fight at SEAK. Trust me; I wouldn’t be here if they still did horrible things to kids and teenagers. SEAK is now a military school where the best of the best come to train.

          Lily, my friend, and I are some of the best. Let’s take tonight for example. We are sneaking out for a movie and some cheeseburgers from the local joint, and maybe some ice cream. At midnight I am celebrating my fifteenth birthday, and a girl only does that once. I hope.

          After the shower, I went and got dressed in jeans and a tank top. First period is band and the teacher, Mr. Grit, is nice so I hang around during second period, my free period. Third is math, fourth is English, fifth is social studies, and sixth is science. After lunch I have military studies and self defense.

          When I got into first period, Mr. Grit acted really weird, he had the whole room organized into neat cabinets and all the sheet music stored in file cabinets. The teacher was on the phone yelling at the poor sap on the other end. Someone opened the door behind me. I was expecting to see Lily, come to drag me off to see something that she made, but when I turned around I tripped over a trombone case and was falling to the floor.