I played with my fingers under the table as I waited.
The manipule throws a plate in front of me without care, "Eat". I stare at her big brown eyes, because their mine. Then her nose, long and thin, because their mine. Finally her mouth, not too big, mine. I don't need a mirror, because my manipule is my reflection. I don't realize I'm staring until she yells.
"Eat!"
I flinch a little. I know the way she feels, because I use that voice when I'm angry and impatient. I look down at my food. Pasta. The fork I was holding, dropped with a clank beside my plate. I look up at my manipule, her face showing confusement and impatience at the same time.
"I told you to eat"
"You know that I hate pasta"
" I don't care, eat"
"You hate it too. You should care, we eat, love, and hate the same thing"
She was trying to keep her center, I know that she'll crack any minuet now, but I'm not sure I want to get to that point.
By the time I stop thinking and focus on my surroundings, a painful whip lands on my face.
"One more time... you better eat"
I knew it. I look down and crack a smile.
YOU ARE READING
Escape
Science FictionSrienex is a teenage girl, living in a city, where at age 7, kids are separated from their parents by the government and sent to the other side to learn how to live, by their duplicates called (manipules). Srienex doesn't believe the government's s...
