On our way to Physical Workout, Chris3 pops an important question. “So what’s going on with you and Callista2?” He seems nonchalant asking it, but I’m sure there’s something behind it. “Nothing’s going on, you know what The Guild would do if there was something.” I respond. “True, but you sometimes should bend the rules a bit; You know, take risks.” He says back. My opinion of him just dropped drastically. When we first met yesterday, he didn’t seem like the kind of guy that would be a rule-breaker. “But they would take you to The Room and-” He cuts me off, “And kill you. Or not.” “What do you mean ‘Or not’?” I ask. “No one actually knows what happens down there. Sure, there’s blood, but who says that’s from us?” That’s a valid argument, although unlikely. The Overseers who take people there have guns and weapons, we only have our hands. “Unlikely.” I reply back. “Opinions man, that’s what I love about them. No one is correct, and no one is wrong.” Chris3 says as we approach the hallway of our next class. I pull out my watch. 12:14. “If we’re any later to class, you can tell me what’s in The Room yourself” I say to him smiling, before running to the door. He follows me as we step inside the crowded room. The instructor, Cornelius, was already in the room waiting to start class. “Ah, Roger and Chris3. Nice of you to finally arrive, you’re lucky you weren’t a second later; If you would have been, I would’ve sent you straight to The Room.” Cornelius says, as we step inside, the entire class watching us like hawks. “We’re sorry Cornelius” Chris3 and I both mutter as we take our place among the rest of the group. We stand in the back of the room to avoid drawing anymore attention to ourselves. “Alright class, same workouts today as yesterday, get to work.” Cornelius bellows to us. All of the students scurry to their machines while Chris3 and I are left in the dust. We both hurry over to the bikes and hop on, pressing the “On” button as quickly as possible. The pedals start gyrating and we start running, and before long my legs start to burn. I slowly lower the speed of the bike until I’m almost standing still. Looking over at Chris3, I see he is still on full throttle, and sweating like a pig. “Aren’t you tired?” I ask him through heavy breaths. “Yeah, but I heard this one guy was taken to The Room for being out of shape, I won’t be that guy.” He replies. I just shake my head and continue to walk on the bike. Shortly after my legs gave out, Cornelius calls to switch stations. Chris3 and I crawl over to the treadmills, and I set it to the lowest speed, while Chris3 gives in and does the same. I watch as Cornelius circles the room, observing everyone as they work. I keep speed-walking at a slow pace, but fast enough to not get yelled at. After the treadmills we had weights, and then finally freedom. By the time we left the room our legs were like spaghetti and our arms like jello. As we step outside, I feel a shove from behind. I stumble forward and almost hit my head on the opposite wall of the hallway. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t handle the workout?” The voice is coming from the guy that was bullying us yesterday. I try to ignore his comment, but it just gives him another reason to push me. I turn and cautiously attempt to walk down the hall. I feel another shove from my side, and my shoulder hits the wall, sending pain throughout my body. “Too weak to fight back Rog?” He teases. I see Chris3 standing near the end of the hallway just staring at the bully and I. I try to stand up, but then he puts his foot on my back to keep me down. My ribs hit the ground and yet another jolt of pain hits. I hear footsteps, and then the bully leaves my side, and is replaced with Cornelius. He reaches his hand down and I gladly accept as he helps pull me to my feet. “You alright?” He asks, looking me up and down, dusting off my white collar. “Yeah..I guess” I mutter to him. “Be careful, Rob’s a real jerk sometimes.” He says. “His name’s Rob?” I ask. “Yeah, but don’t worry about him too much, he just wants attention” Cornelius says, smiling, his premature wrinkles showing. “It’s hard not to when he beats you up” I say back, before leaving his side without warning, a bit upset at his carelessness for his students.
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The Dreamer Trilogy: Book One
أدب المراهقينRoger lives a pretty normal life in the facility. No one really knows exactly what to call it, neither do they know why they're there. Everyone in the building, just like Roger, has been there for as long was they can remember. There is no escaping...
