The Clouds

Chapter 11

"Oh c'mon, Harry!" I yell. "Why would you bring me here if you didn't know what to do?"

"well... I don't know. I thought we could mess around with it." He says.

"Don't you have to know how to use it first?" I question. I almost forgot to tell you that I am still in the booth thing. I don't know why I haven't tried to come out yet...

"yeah. I guess so." He shrugs guiltily.

"Well, then, I'm coming out." I say. I slide off the uncomfortable stool and walk towards the door. I put my hand on the door knob and start to turn it, but there's a plot twist. It's locked! I wiggle it around hoping it was just stuck, but it wasn't.

I look up at Harry with a scared look on my face. He looked confused. I yank on the handle again, but even harder once again hoping to get it open. I do that for about a minute until I stop. It was no use. I turn around and slide down the door. I didn't even bother to see if Harry was worried or anything. I didn't think he was going to do anything about it... Why would he? I wouldn't be able to hear him anyway because he probably isn't near the microphone. This is a sound proof room, so it's completely silent.

I wish it wasn't so silent in here. The only thing I can hear is the sound of my breathing and my shuffling feet... It's not the kind of sound I'd want to hear.

I suddenly hear a cracking sound in the speaker in the corner of the room. I look up from where I was looking, which happened to be my knees for some reason. I hear a voice. "Summer... Hey, you okay in there?"

Should I go up and answer him? I don't know. I think my make-up is running... Well, he's seen me cry before, so it really shouldn't matter. I walk over to the stool where the microphone inside the room is placed. "Hi... yeah.. I'm okay."

Harry looks at me. "Sorry I didn't help you... I left to find a janitor in the building. I was hoping he would have key or something."

"It's okay. I understand. And sorry, I freaked out a bit... I don't know if you heard me out there."

He cracks a smile. "Summer, don't worry. It happens. I bet you've never been trapped in one of these before."

I giggle a bit. "No.. Actually, I've never been trapped anywhere before. Not even once."

"Yeah... This is kinda awkward, isn't it?" He asks.

"Yes, it is... Especially, when we are in different rooms." I giggle.

"Well then, let's play a game shall we?"

I furrow my eyebrows. "What kind of game?"

"20 questions. Yeah, I know. It's a bit cliché." He laughs.

"It's not that cliché. I mean, I've never played the game." I confess.

"Oh... Wow, you haven't lived." He chuckles.

"So how do you play?" I ask.

"Well we just go back and forth asking questions. Just to get to know each other."

I nod my head. "That sounds pretty easy, but just to be sure, you can go first."

Harry rolls his eyes. "Oh fine! Well favorite color?"

"Purple. How about you?" I ask the same question back.

"Orange. Um.. I don't want to continue asking boring questions so, what is your favorite childhood memory?" he asks.

Oh... What is my favorite childhood memory? Did I even have a childhood? Ugh, duh. Of course I had a childhood. I'm not stupid. I can't even remember my childhood. Actually, I can barely remember what I ate for breakfast... Thinking of that, what did I eat for breakfast? Hmm... I don't know. "I guess I'm gonna say the memory from when I was in 6th grade. I'm not sure what year that was for you, but I was 11 almost 12."