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The legacies

Ten days flys by I spend most of it with Loren.
We make out a lot watch Netflix do her art assignment,generally just get to know each other on a deeper level.

School bores me and before I know it it's the night before my final interview.

Loren came over to chill with me but im restless.
"You gonna ace it I know you gonna be the best there."

I smile because how can I not she so firmly believes that im going to do well that I almost believe it.

Something niggles in the back of my mind,I can't quite put my finger on it and for someone like me that's what is driving me crazy.

I take a long shower in hot water standing under the spray I go over the art of war.

This usually calms me down but not today .
Today its just a litany of words strung together to drive me crazy.

After my shower when im sitting on my bed and Loren is behind me combing my hair.

I realise what it is nothing on this earth is free nothing.
I may need a preppy expensive education but they need something from me.

My breaths calm my heart rate slows im back in my zen.
She braids my hair down the middle the sides are shaved the middle hangs almost to the middle of my back it looks cool.

I dress with care a pair of black slim fit trousers,my sports bra an under shirt in heather grey,a snow white crisp shirt.

I have a suit jacket to go with the pants but I leave it off il put it on before I go in to interview.

Its almost six so im ready to leave but the cars not here yet.

So I sit in my room with Loren she talks my ear off usually I mind chit chat but with her I dont.

My mother knocks at my door the driver and car are here.

I stand going over my checklist I have both cards in the jackets inner pocket the glasses in my trouser pocket I have on my watch.

A plain silver faced thing I got for Christmas from my grandmother the leather strap is soft and fits me perfectly.

I kiss Loren one more time and holding her hand I leave my room.
My mom hugs me a few time her lips move in silent prayer.

Finally im out of the house I look good I feel great I know that this is not just a simple interview.

The driver stands almost at attention by the back passenger side doir.
He opens it and says
"Sir"
I nod to aknowledge his greeting he closes the door and rounds the hood I watch him he gets in and starts the car.

Hes driving down the road when he places his wrist to his mouth
"Subject H"
The divider between him and me starts to go up.
For a long moment I just sit there wondering wtf.

But then I try the door when he gets to a stop light and its locked I tap on the screen his eyes flick to me for a second then away.

Ok calm calm calm.
Dont panic just yet you not the smartest in the room for nothing.

Its at this point I notice a smell like fressias wafting in the air.

Fuck shit....fuck"
The smell of freesias covers a sharper smell its knock out gas I take a deep breath figuring that its only been about 7 seconds since the gas was released and I have about 25 seconds before theres more gas than oxygen in this small space I look around for anything that will help me escape this car.

Nothing the mini fridge thats supposed to be filled with figi water and avian is empty.

In the side compartment thats supposed to hold a variety of snacks and edibles also empty nothing in here can help me break the glass dividing us.