Kid

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Kid looked at the odd little machine in front of her.

It was like a bulbous rectangular box. There was a little knob that poked out for people to talk to and several switches that Professor Arthurs was pressing and switching. Kid was sitting on a giant chair, like she had every day for the last week.

Every day she had been dragged in here and forced to sit before some odd recording box.

Professor Arthurs hadn't been getting much out of the stubborn little girl. He wanted to give her a reference sample of a voice for her to copy and to see how well she could copy it. Kid glared at the box as the Professor stuck odd cords to her head.

They felt itchy against her skin.

The Professor sat in a chair before her, Harold, Jason and Mary stood in the corner, practically vanishing from sight or disappearing into the walls.

The Professor was really getting annoyed with this little girl; she was often unco-operative with whatever he wanted her to do. Over the week she had remained annoyingly silent, she hadn't said a single word whenever he wanted her to, yet everybody else had heard her mimic their voices when she didn't have any neurological stabilisers so he could track how she does it and how well she does it.

Kid folded her arms as he set everything up and smiled, "okay, Kid," he said, "now, we're going to be doing the same thing as we have been doing for the past few days. I'm going to play a voice stating something, and you've got to mimic it back into the little microphone there, kind of like a singer," he attempted.

Mary and Jason each smirked at his attempt. Harold almost laughed.

"Okay, so let's begin, shall we?" he asked as he turned the machine on and it came to life.

The odd machine soon started talking, it sounded like a girl, "Hello, how are you?"

The Professor turned it off and waited for Kid to speak. She remained silent and glaring.

He sighed as he moved onto the next statement.

Harold leaned against the walls as he listened. "These are making even me bored," he mumbled.

Jason smirked while Mary simply ignored him. Kid still refused to speak. Mary looked to Jason and Harold, "why won't she speak?"

"Or more likely, she doesn't like him," Jason suggested.

Harold had a simpler answer, "Or maybe she just doesn't like being told what to do."

Mary smirked at this as she watched Kid attempt taking the cords off her head. But the Professor had learned from yesterday to add some glue so she wouldn't just rip them off. He scolded her momentarily to stop and continued with the next phrase.

After a long painful moment of no progress, Harold was almost dying of boredom. "That's enough," he mumbled as he walked forwards. The Professor was one his last nerves with this kid, and almost lost it when she attempted to push the box off the table so it would break.

Kid was kicking the table, making it hit him in the stomach. "Okay, listen here you little-"

Harold tapped him on the shoulder, "if I may, Professor?" he offered. The Professor growled as he nodded and stood up. Harold took his seat and smiled, "hi, Kid." She gave him a smile, the two of them a little less hostile than the Professor. "Okay, this is boring, isn't it?"

She nodded.

"How about we make this interesting?" he offered.

Kid smiled and nodded as she sat on her knees. He smiled as he grabbed the microphone and tapped it to see if it would work, "okay," he took in a deep breath, "the cheeky monkey picked his nose, his Mum washed it out with a water hose," he said.