A Work of Art

  CHAPTER ONE

               I don't know why I'm here.

                I don't know why they left me.

                And most of all, I'm not sure why I'm being flooded with bright light.

    It was only a few days ago since I was with my family and everything was content. Then they came. And as in they, I mean the The Gifted. A kind of person that has never stepped foot inside of my area.

     And now I am sitting in a bright room where everything is white and smells like alchohol. I am not exactly sure why The Giftedtook me away from my family, and why they believe I am special.

     In my opinion, just because someone is "special" does not mean you should kidnap them and run experiments.

    But they say that they have no choice. That in our society we must be prepared for whatever comes to attack, and that specialswill give our areas the protection that they need.

    But I am certainly not special.

CHAPTER TWO

    I fell back asleep in the chair that The Giftedplaced me in and had a dream that I was still with my family and we were making dinner as a family. Then all of a sudden, two big men broke into my house and took me to a lab.

  I woke-up in a sweat and on top of that, I was breathing heavely. A women walked into the lab and began to type something into her computer. Before she could see that I was awake, I closed my eyes and adjusted my breathing, so that it seemed as if I was asleep.

  "Oh God", the women said to herself, "I will not deal with this again like last time".

  I had no idea what this lady was upset about, so I kept one ear open and listened to the self-conversation.

Just when the women was about to go balistic, a short man walked into the room and began to calm down the women.

As soon as the women calmed down, the man walked out the door, talking to himself.

I sat up in my chair to get a better look at the women infront of me. She had big green eyes that were staring directly into mine.

"Excuse me", I said annoyed. This women was a complete lunatic.

"I'm sorry. You must be the new special", she held out her hand," My name is Alice."

There was no way I was going to shake her hand. I just sat in my chair and frowned. Alice called me a special, and I haven't even had the opperation.

  CHAPTER THREE

  "What's wrong?", Alice asked after noticing my glum facial expression.

"What do you mean, 'what's wrong'? I just got taken away from my family, shoved into this awful place, and you ask me what my problem is?"

All Alice could do was stare at me.

"And how dare you call me special before I get the opperation. For all I know, I could be a normal. After all, my whole entire family is normal."

I turn around, facing the wall, and try to calm myself down. Clearly, Alice knew more about this than I did, so it was best to keep my mouth shut.

" You have already had your opperation", she turned me around and looked at me with sorrow in her eyes.