Dreams of silver rain

Chapter 4.

The clouds are a wispy whipped cream shape today and so I relent and relax underneath my trees, the sun reflects onto the leaves causing shady patterns that dance on the ground, my eyes start to follow their hypnotic rhythm and my eyes grow heavy.

Ow, ow, ouch. I whimper as I wake up to find myself sun burnt. Great going Yearah. Unfortunately for me, the sunburn has come in the shapes, of the cracks, between the branches so I look like a court jester with terrible make up on. Lovely, I can't wait for all the wonderful nicknames that will come out of this one.

I eventually have to trudge back to school leaving my trees behind. Everyone is fed dinner and then has to wait in the hall for further instructions on sleeping arangements and such. Tonight we had something for dinner I've never heard of before, It was called, Chickron. Or was it Chicklin? Oh well, it was delicious and colourful and tasted amazing. "So what did you do today?" I ask the 7 disorientated people around me. I get groans from here and there and I know that they're feeling lost.

We start to walk over to the hall when Liam stops me. "Can I talk to you for a second please?" He says trying to smile but looking nervous as ever. "Sure." I reply giving him a re assuring smile.

"Um, actually it's ok, don't worry about it, I'll tell you some other time." He says, pain in his eyes.

"Are you sure? It's obviously important. Are you alright Liam?"

"I'm fine Yearah."

"I didn't ask how you look, I asked how you were." The look on his face send me into fits of giggles. "I'm kidding Liam, chill out, Mr Serious." I smile and he sighs then gives a small smile back.

"Come on, we better get to the hall." I beckon him, linking arms.

The hall is bustling with people trying to find where they are meant to be, the teachers make us line up and give each of us a sleeping bag and pyjamas. Tomorrow is when we board some type of transport to go to Toniquan. Seriously, what type of name is Toniquan? Yes, Ablementia is no better but, honestly? I throw my sleeping bag on the ground jump into it and watch the ceiling  until my eyelids begin to droop. I read in a book once that you dream 8 times a night and that the smarter you are the better you are at remembering them. My sleeping bag is making me cook and my hair is glued to my face from sweat. Gross. I need some fresh air. I decide to get up to go to the bathroom and as I stumble into the open grounds I feel a gush of cold air hit me as though the Earth is sighing in welcome, I feel my temperature drop and head toward the bathroom listening to the sounds my steps make. I wash my hair and tie my hair into a ponytail expecting to hear Neveah singing. But I don't. I'm alone.

I stand outside the hall doors for a few minutes looking up at the stars and letting the cool breeze hit me when I begin to hear heavy footsteps behind me and expect to see one of the nurses telling me to go back to bed, but I am pleasently surprised to see Talon, the boy who offered to help me in knots class, appear beside me.

"Hey." I say, still half asleep.

"Hey yourself. Are you alright? You look like a court jester wearing terrible make up, did you get sunburnt? Do you need water or anything?"

"No thanks Talon, I'm fine, are you?" I laugh at him, it's funny that that was the same description I gave myself.

"I'm as good as I can be." He smiles and sighs at the same time.

"I know what you mean."

After a few moments of silence I move back from the railing I'm leaning against and say "Well, I'm back off to bed now, goodnight." I get back to my sleeping bag and fall backwards on to it, life then decides to be lovely and as I fall the air pocket between me and the sleeping bag makes the biggest farting noise. I fall into giggles and a few people wake up next to me. Oh gosh, whay can't I stop laughing? Tears leak from my eyes and I feel myself growing abs. That's the best type of laughter, the one where you just can't stop.

*****

A loud crash startles me awake and Ms Mcnald walks in through the wooden doors with flowing robes surrounding her, they are deep red like blood pulsing and she bellows out in her tired high pitched voice "WAKE UP!" as she walks to the front of the hall. Akira then wakes up next to me and screams "FEATHERS!" I look over at her confused then burst out laughing, people moan and groan as they wake up one after another, like a domino effect. As I look around a thought dawns on me. Today we leave. I've never looked at people and defined them by skill of survival, I've just known them as other people who go here with me, but now as I look around I see that some people have abilities that others don't. It makes me wonder if we go out there and fight together or if we go in groups or completely alone. That idea makes me scared, they wouldn't be cruel enough to make us go out alone would they?

People file out toward the dining hall, walking in straight lines to go get breakfast. I stop in the door frame and look at the people inside bustling about. I walk over the smooth white tiles toward a frey plastic table. I guess that's why I love the outdoors, because everything out there is vibrant and colourful whereas things in here are dull and lifeless. I sit down in front of a tray and a nurse comes along and slops something onto it which looks like shredded paper. 

After breakfast, names begin to get called one by one. I watch as 107 people walk out the door and head towards the hall accompanied by 2 nurses, one with vibrant white eyebrows and ginger hair and the other with slicked back black hair. I turn back to the 2 people behind me, a boy named Yex and a girl named Zoey, each of them look pale and frieghtened, not to mention out of this world scared. But it's ok, because it'll be over soon I assure them. As I do this a computerized voice comes over the loud speakers "Yearah" It says. I guess it's time for me to leave my life here behind now. I hope I come back but there's no way in telling, but that's life, it's judgemental and mean but we go with it, putting the stereotypes behind us, not knowing what's coming next, going to war, for no reason, trying to cure the world's problems that aren't there, trying to change but you can't, you simply grow and add things to make it better but making it worse in the mean while. Getting over things and trying to accomplish a succesful reputation, living an obstacle course.

I get up and march with my head held high, happy with how I've lived here.

"Yearah!" A nurse welcomes. "Don't be scared dear, take a seat." I sit and look up at the nurse who's blonde hair illuminates her shockingly blue eyes. It's funny to say that this lady who doesn't even know me is probably the nicest nurse I've ever met. "Are you ready? In three... Two... One." Before I can comprehend what is going on the floor begins to fall beneath me. I scream as I watch the hole of light disappear and before I know it, I'm standing on solid ground, the chair simply missing. "Where the hell am I?" I cry out. Bright lights flash on and leave my eyes in distress. "God damn it. Has no one heard of dimmer switches?" I ask the air in front of me, tears streaming softly down my face as my eyes adjust. I look around and see nothing but a door at the side of this white room, I go to move toward it but my legs are stuck in place. "Please.Wait." A computerized voice calls out. I stand there ridiculously waiting for something to happen. Metal arms reach out and start pulling at my arms making them flop by my side as they are realeased. I feel an electric current pulse through my legs and then in my head I hear a scream, but it isn't my own. "You.May.Leave." The voice calls out again.