Chapter 17

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  Hey readers, before I get into the story and perspective and everything I just wanted to say that this chapter will be a little different. Than usual because of a game we're going to be playing. A lot of words have emojis that mean the same thing. In this chapter each word that has an emoji attached to it will have the emoji after the word. Enjoy! (sorry if this chapter seems either longer or shorter than the others.)
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  ZOEY'S PERSPECTIVE

  The person 👩‍💻 who invited me into the room wore a mask 😷 over their face so I couldn't tell what their features were. Or even there gender. All I knew was they made me scared 😳, as soon as they walked into the room and said my fake name I felt my knees go weak and my wings begin to flutter. That caused the back pack to start jiggling around. I tried my hardest to control myself, that subtle the movement to almost ceased. I hauled the bag 💼 high and said, to try to keep my cover. "The books 📚 just get heavier and heavier!" If anything I that made it worse. The person 👩‍💻 only gave me a blank stare and took one step into the clinic. Now this looked more like a clinic. That room I was just in must be just a terrible reception area. I took a look 👀 around the room, this one was larger with blank white walls. The person exited the room by a camouflaged door 🚪. I tried to follow but they slammed the door 🚪 shut in my face. Now that I got a closer look 👀 and got to move around more I saw it looked kind of like the office of a doctor 👨‍⚕️. I saw two chairs off to the side and sat down. I heaved a sigh 😔 of relief, the chair didn't yell at me like the last one did. I know it sounds weird or... what some of you sicko's call funny 😂 😁 but I patted the chair in respect ✊. A new mask-wearing person 👩‍💻 entered the room. But due to their auburn colored hair I could tell this person 👩‍💻 was female. They came fully into the room and squatted down next to me without a word. They looked me in the eyes 👀, was this protocol? I immediately felt intimidated and small. Even though it only was a few seconds it felt like an eternity, it got to a point ☝️ where it felt like I was going to puke 🤢.  Once they pulled away I immediately felt more comfortable. She finally slipped the mask off and discarded it in the trash can. 
"What are you here for?" She said in a demanding tone. Her question surprised 😳 me so it took me a while to answer a simple,"adoption" she looked me up and down but once again didn't say anything. She finally replied
  "The specialist will be here soon."  Really?! They need someone to pick me up out of the room someone different to just... look 👀 at me and ask me why I'm here when this is clearly the adoption ward. I groaned silently to myself. Next they'll need someone to take me to the bathroom 🚽. The person 👩‍💻 who I guessed was the specialist entered the room and with a sly grin held open yet again another camouflaged door 🚪 and in a slightly menacing voice but in a charming charming at the same time, with the grin still playing on the lips 👄 of his boyish face said with his lips 👄 slightly parting,    "Right this way"

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