I didn't know what to expect, primark? Well whatever was here isn't anymore, no shoes or dresses, none of that. But just a dirty room with wooden crates and papers sprawled across the floor. It was probably the size of school classroom, but smelt so much worse. There were grimey white sheets around what looked like tables and chairs, mould growing from the corners of the room and no one but me and the depressing Flint were there.
"You'all get used to it," he plainly remarked as he sat on one of the worn down crates.
"What even is this? Can you please tell me what's going on? Why am I not feeling anything?" I asked, not sitting but storming around the room in anger.
All I can feel is curiosity and anger, the mix really doesn't work.
He didn't reply, oh of course he didn't reply. Why would he want to do anything just slightly helpful? That would just be stupid!
This hate I have right now, the annoyance of Jane doesn't even compete with this. Her perfect face, goody-two-shoes voice and model body, yeah that's pretty annoying but this? No way. Nothing competes to how awfully annoying this is.
"Wow, thank you so much," I sarcastically smiled and he just looked down, almost upset, like my glare actually ment something.
He didn't show much emotion to be honest he looked depressed, hurt. But I don't understand why I'm here or why he came to get me, it feels right somehow. Flint silently stood up, about to speak.
"What if everything wasn't real."
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