Paris's Little Secret

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Balloons.

I see balloons everywhere.

 Of all different colors.

I poked a red one floating my way, earning a glare from Rose. Jeezum woman what's your problem? Can't a girl poke her balloons in peace? What did I do wrong?

" Your not suppose to be poking balloons, that's what your doing wrong! We're suppose to find the exit out of here without being spotted but you keep on poking every single balloon that comes your way!" Maggie harshly whispered.

Oooh, I said the last question out-loud didn't I? Why is Maggie so grumpy too? Gosh, did they both wake up having a bad dream of broccoli or something? I heard a soft chuckle behind me and turned around to see the three guys doubled over in a silent laughing fit with the other three girls glaring at them and I. Fine, be that way. I stuck my chin up and whirled around to leave, but not before poking a balloon high above Rose's head.  I weaved myself around different balloons, using my sense of direction as my guide.

 I finally made it to a pale brown door. I spun around in silent victory before reaching out to grab the metal handle. Just before I was about to open the door, suddenly, all the balloons started popping at once. I heard distant laughing and shrieks , but was to busy falling down straight on my back. The sudden  intense and loud noise got me in a really bad state of shock. I've haven't heard that much noise other then the night with my brother. I've never been to a concert or party or anything to do with loud noises since then, always making some excuse. I had black dots swimming in my vision when finally the last of the balloons fell. The laughter of joy suddenly turn to screams of terror. I heard distant screams and heavy footsteps. The last thing I saw was a red alarm flash just above me.

I awoke to a white ceiling. I tilted my head around to find myself in a hospital. Again. I seriously NEED to stop passing out. I've been doing that a lot lately. I plopped myself in a sitting position and plucked off all the wires and needles shot in my body. After that, I went in the bathroom and changed into a high ponytail, dark forest-green tank-top, black jacket, dark boot-cut jeans, and black sandals I had secretly stashed in my hospital room. Yea, this ones mine. I've been in here so often they actually put a little golden plaque on the door saying my name. Good times. I grabbed a bag with a towel and my bikini and some sandwiches( I intended on finding a pond or pool) before  I slithered out the door and into the hallway. I went through a maze of complicated passages -that only with the help of my photographic mind did I make it- until I reached a plain door with a Exit sign . I sneaked out the door and found myself in the  kitchen of the cafe where we were drugged. Great, now I know where to find my way back. I went out the back door of the cafe and trotted past a few people wrapped in light clothes. The sun was currently beating down right now so I was glad that I blended right in. I went around aimlessly until I found myself in a forest park. I lost myself in the woods until I found a small lake nestled in the surrounding woods. This was absolutely perfect. I went into a tree and changed there before crawling back out and wading in the shore of the lake. I glanced down at the crystal clear water to make sure it was safe before heading deeper inside.

I stayed at the lake swimming and eating until it was dusk before gathering my things, changing and heading back. When I got to the cafe I went back the way I came from before twisting and turning until I found my room. I took a shower and threw on some comfy white baggy jeans with a long sleeved white and gray striped shirt with my low ponytail, white headband, two white knitted long gloves, and white , fluffy short boots. I was in my warm and fuzzy mood right now. I waltz out my room about to plug my white headphones on only to find seven faces with a very hopeful expression on their faces. None other then friends and Professor Zalchton. I don't really consider Professor Zalchton a friend yet. They all started to cheer and toss themselves on me , asking if I was fine. Before I could reply, their cheers turned into angry shouts telling me I shouldn't have left and where did I go and They were worried sick about me. I scooted back out the group while they fought with each other on who can pick my punishment and went into the cafeteria. The 'lunch lady' today was my weaponry and field agent teacher. The big buffy guy. That's what I call him. But most people call him Gus. Yea, his name is Gus. Gus the Muscular guy! Wooo!You go girl! I mean...guy.