Forgotten

Chapter 1: It's a girl?

She woke to the sound of rumbling metal. It scared her at first, but she soon got used to it. The nauseating smell of burning oil invaded her nose. She was in a cage, or at least an iron box very similar to a cage. She was laying on the cold steel, the metal box rumbling and shaking so badly she could barely stand up. She put her hand on the wooden box next to her to steady herself and sat down.

Clare. I'm Clare​nce, my name is Clarence. She hung onto one of the few things she knew.

Clare remembered the smile of her mother, their many moments together and their happy life. The last memory she had was from her ninth birthday. Clarence and her mother baking chocolate cupcakes, playing on the swings behind their small house and painting a beautiful blue sky with white clouds on her bedroom walls.

They were ordinary memories, or rather, they would be. But Clare wasn't nine years-old​ anymore; she was twelve now. What had happened to her memories of the last three years? She puts a hand on her head. If she remembered that, maybe, she would understand why was she inside the metal box.

In a short amount of time, the moving cage suddenly stopped and a door opened upwards, the blinding daylight making her eyes hurt. When she protected her eyes with one arm, Clare realized that her skin was a bit reddish, like she had been walking on the sun for straight hours. Both her arm and hand were full of freckles, but what drew her attention, and caused a lot of confusion, were her buff arms. Her arms were way too muscular for a twelve-year old girl. What the hell had she been doing in those past three years? Bodybuilding?

Clare wore a messy ponytail and had greasy dirty blond hair. Her face and shoulders were covered in freckles too and a reddish blemish covered her long hooky nose and cheeks. She had dark grey eyes, a tone of grey that could almost be mistaken by brown. Her baby face completely mismatched her 6' height and extremely athletic port.

When her eyes got used to the light, she realized she was in a square hole about three meters high. She could hear rustling from whatever was above her. Clarence could stay quiet, waiting to see what happened, or she could act. She may have been surprised, but she was no chicken.

She stepped back until she reached the cage walls. Trying to get enough speed, she ran and jumped as high as she could, then rested her elbows on the ground. Clarence climbed out and as she got up, she saw a big group of boys around her. Many were taken back by her resting gruff expression and intimidating physical port.

This is a nightmare. Clare couldn't explain why, but being surrounded by that many boys made her feel uncomfortable. Something in the back of her head told her she shouldn't trust them. Clarence felt an irrational urge to punch them.

Some of the strangers looked at her with curiosity, like she was a different being.

"Wow, that shank seems really strong. He could be a builder!"

Shank? What is a shank?

"He's very tall. Maybe he could be a runner?"

"I'M A GIRL, YOU FUCKING IDIOTS." Clarence yelled.

They all stepped back a bit frightened.

"What? A girl?" Once they recovered, many boys started whispering. A look of confusion shared among them, not even a single glimpse of malevolence yet it made Clarence feel threatened.

Clarence felt a sharp object sticking on her thigh, she took off of her pocket what turned out to be a small piece of broken mirror. Clare gripped it with her left hand, the sharpest side of the shard facing upwards.

Suddenly two boys approached her. One was very tall and had dark skin and short-cropped hair; the other one was slender and had messy blonde hair.

"Where am I?" She pointed the broken mirror at the duo.