"All we want is a blood sample," Wanda, the lady who was flirting with John said.
"But why?" I asked, for the bazillionth time.
"So we can...see If there's anything wrong with you," she replied.
"You hesitated," I said.
"I couldn't find the right words," she lied.
"No," I said flatly.
"No to the blood sample?"
"Yes."
"Yes you will do it?"
"No!"
"If you don't I'll go get Mr.Daniel," she warned.
"It'll be better than a blood sample," I replied.
"Don't sass me, young lady," she said in a 'scary voice.'
"Ooh, I'm so scared," I replied, making my eyes go big.
"That's it! I'm getting Mr.Daniel," she said and left the room closing and locking the door.
Thank god she finally left. I started pushing the sofa in front of the door. Now only if she doesn't come back. I must not be very lucky because I heard the click of the lock and the door trying to open.
"186 open your door," Mr.Daniel's voice said through the door.
"Why should I?" I asked, sitting on the sofa.
"If you want to eat you will open this door," he said, and with that I was reminded of my hunger once again.
"But I don't want to do a blood sample," I whined like a little girl, which I am.
"Alright, just let me talk to you," he said. Should I believe him? I was looking for a sign and the only sign I have is my rumbling stomach.
"Ok," I said, moving the sofa out the way.
"Good, now why don't we just get this over with," he said pulling out a needle. Why didn't I just ignore my stomach?
. . .
"What did you do to me?" I slurred.
"We only took a blood sample," Wanda said.
"Without my permission. That's illegal," I said trying to sit up to no avail.
"Smoking marijuana is illegal, but people still do it," she said.
"It's still illegal!" I yelled.
"Well, don't they say rules are meant to be broken?" She asked.
"I guess," I said. Hmmm, does that mean I can break these rules?
"Alright here's your food," she said sliding it towards me.
"Thanks," I said, stuffing the food down my throat not even savoring the flavor of it.
Wanda left the room and I was left thinking to myself, if rules are meant to be broken, does that mean I can break Mr.Daniel's rules?
Sorry if this chapter was short. I was thinking of maybe updating every Saturday. Hmmmm, it just might work. Please comment, fan, and vote!!! Love you all... sooooooo much.
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