Waters Edge

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I stood in the center of the room. I didn't want to move even an inch. The words repeated in my scull. I didn't want to comply, but if I refused, I would be killed.

The 2 people at my sides handcuffed me, and dragged me to the car. Don't get me wrong, I knew I wouldn't be able to hide it for long, but just long enough so I wouldn't need to go to Kingston Academy, Home of the Abnormal.

I sat in the car they lead me to, my side pressed against the door, the guards on my side. They told me that if I tried to jump from the car, I would be shot down in a matter of seconds. I felt the bumps in the road, each treating tears to start pooling down my face. I couldn't tell where we were going, but it seemed like they new. Each turn we took was sharp, drilling my side into the door more each time.

They drove me to my house. How did they know it was here? I never told them, or anyone for that matter. Someone must have told. I was given 1 hour to pack my things. The shorter of the 2 people handed me a list. It said 4 days worth of clothes and 3 personal items, but no weapons, and no computers, phones, or game systems.

I was escorted to my door, the person who didn't give me the list was with me. I saw my step mom crying, and my dad hugging her. It couldn't have been one of them, could it? No, dad made Share promise not to tell a soul, then who could it have been?

I walked to my room, and the person took off my handcuffs. I saw their side holster, a gun inside. I guess there goes my plan of falling out the window. If I laid flat enough, I might not die, but that doesn't matter. Even if I did survive, I would be shot.

I looked around my room. Its pale pink and blue walls. The posters of bands I don't even listen to anymore covering almost every inch of the paint. My white dresser, chipped from throwing things at it to get all my anger out. The makeup and empty plastic bottles littering the tops of every counter I had in here. The long tan carpet, littered with clothes and other crap I had laying around.

My eyes finialy fell apon my bed. Its unmade black blankets with tye-dye sheets and pillow cases. The white frame, chips and dents matching the dresser. My eyes started to water, blurring my image of my sanctuary.

My room, I would never be in here again, or at least, not till I turn 21.

I packed a skirt, 3 socks, 1 pair of knee high socks, 4 shirts, 2 hoodies, 2 pairs of jeans, a pair of shorts, and some pj bottoms. Not to mention, bras and underwear. For my personal items, I packed my water bottle, guitar with my music and extra strings inside the case, but they didn't know that. I also packed a photo album filled with pictures of my family and friends.

I slung my backpack over my shoulder, but the person took if from me. At least I was aloud to keep my guitar case over my shoulder. I was handcuffed again, and lead outside of my house, past my 2 year old sister who had no idea what was happening, my crying step mom, and my dad who looked empty.

The car ride to the academy was quiet. The only thing heard were all of our breaths, and my cries. I saw the trees go by, and I could feel their yearn for water. I could relate, feeling myself getting drained. I wish I actually filled my water bottle...

Once we arrived, I was escorted to the main office, or at least, I believe it was. My breaths were short and staggered. If I didn't get any water soon, I'll shut down. I don't want that to happen here, or people will think I'm weird. It happened in all the other schools. All 11 of them.

My vision was going black around the edges. This couldn't be good, and I should know. I could feel my cheeks getting cooler, probably blue already. My water levels were way too low. I couldn't hear one word any of them were saying, I could only hear the ringing in my ears. Well, I would call it ringing, more like a loud buzz. Then my head started to pound. It felt like my brain was exploding. I couldn't ask for any water, since my mouth wasn't responding to my brain due to its exploding feeling. My fingertips felt tingly, as well as my toes.

The only things I could see were dark, and fuzzy. Everything else was black. My breaths felt labored and heavy, and my legs became tingly. I cant take this anymore! Then, it all stopped. The buzzing, the pounding, the pain. Instead, my head was filled with a whole new pain, and my vision was black. I couldn't hear anything. It was silent, and that's the last thing I remember.

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I woke up on the floor in that office. A small cup of water was splashed over my face. Instantly, I felt better.

"As I was saying, here are the rules, you may read them once you get to your dorm room." A short man handed me the sheet. I saw that my cuffs were gone, replaced with 2 silver bracelets, one on each wrist, with a single red light on the center. I felt my hands go slightly limp, but slowly gain strength back.

"What are these..." I ask the man.

"Restraints. If you try to take them off, you will be severely punished." He told me in his monotone voice. I was then whisked away, and lead to a staircase, labelled 'GIRLS DORMITORIES'

I was taken to the second level, and placed in front of an oak door labelled 235. The people pressed a button on the top of the lock, pressed the code 13842 into the keypad, then forced my thumb onto a sensor. The door made a dull beep noise, followed by a click. The door swung open. I guess they programmed my thumbprint into the lock.

The scene in front of me was bland, and lacked personality. Cream walls with oak wood floors and a white ceiling. A matching oak dresser was pushed up against the wall to the right of the bed, right underneath a window. The window was locked, a small padlock hanging from the thick black bars. White sheets with tan blankets, matching the walls. The room felt sad and empty, and by correlation, I felt empty

I was pushed into the room, the the door was shut behind me. I took a better look around me, and saw that my bag was in here, along with my guitar case. I quickly opened it, just to make sure all my things were inside. Thankfully, they were. I picked up my canvas bag and emptied its contents into the dresser. My photo album was confinscated, but other than that, everything was there. On top of my new dresser were 3 uniforms, and a schedule.

The uniform was just as bland as the room. Red knee length skirt, white dress shirt with a purple badge on the breast pocket, red tie and matching blazer with the school emblem sewn on the breast pocket, and a pair of shoes. Surprisingly, all in my size. How did they do that? Duh, its a school full of 'special' kids. Underneath all the clothes was a pair of white tights, and a red sweater with the school emblem sewn onto the chest. Well, this would be a fun 7 years of my life.

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