August 29th, 2008

August 29th, 2008

Riley's POV

"Ugh". What happened? I tried to sit up. "Ouch". I hit my head. Then I opened my eyes. "Where am I?" I whispered to myself. I was in a white room and not alone. I looked to my left and saw a girl about my age with short brown hair. I looked to my right and saw another girl about my age, with golden-blond hair. They were still asleep. That's when I remembered.

I was walking down the hallway of School for Girls. I was going to the bathroom to fix my lip gloss. When I got into the bathroom and looked in the mirror it wasn't my face I saw it was a man's. He put a bag over my body and stabbed my arm with a needle. Then the rest was hazy. There was a black van, a few baseball bats, and getting into this tube and falling asleep.

Valkyrie's POV

I opened my eyes and immediately freaked out.

The room was white – if it was a room at all. Everything felt hazy, my movements were slow, and I had a major headache.

Okay… either I suddenly decided to try speed, or I'm in a massive tank filled with some sort of clear liquid.

Oh, yeah. It was definitely the second one.

I leaned forward in the tank, bumping my already-sore head in the process. I uselessly cursed until one particular word jogged my rather misty memories…

Yeah, I lived in a suburb. What was wrong with that? I rather liked where I lived; it was a small and sweet place called Highview somewhere near Seattle.

So anyway, I was walking down the street to my wonderful school called Highview Middle School(huge surprise, right?), dressed in my usual t-shirt and jeans. My hair was pulled up into a ponytail because our water was suddenly shut off last night. Dad always forgot to pay the bill.

I was snickered at by the jocks, as usual. They didn't really like me for some reason – maybe it's because I actually do homework.

Before long I was in the girls changing room for gym. I scurried to my locker, long brown bangs hiding my face and practically strangling my books on the way.

And then I got the feeling.

CRAP.

So I threw my books into the cubby, ignoring the protests of the changers, and ran into one of the bathroom stalls. I quickly stuck a pad onto my underwear and stepped out of the bathroom, getting irked when I saw no one was there anymore. This usually happened to me, but I can tell that I was really late because Ms. Miller was screaming at me through the door. Sighing, I power-walked to my locker…

Only to feel something hard and steel collide with my head.

So then I screamed, right?

Yael's POV

Shit…" I say as I look up. I'm in a tank. I'm in a big, glass tank. "Shit. Shit shit shit shit shit." Why the hell am I in a tank? Ugh. I cannot think right now. My head hurts, I think I have a hangover from last night and I'm in a tank. I'm in a fricken tank. What the hell is going on?" Jesus. This sucks. Wait. What happened? I hopelessly hum Is This It by The Strokes, hoping to jog my memory.

Yael! Here! Rum and Coke! Your favorite!" Julie yells at me. Thrusting a red cup in my face. I take it and down it. I hear hoots of encouragement and grab a shot. Soon I'm dancing on top of a table to Rihanna's Disturbia. Someone grabs my hand and helps me down. I follow them to a black van. I trip and fall into someone's arms. I grab onto him to balance myself, only to be thrown on the floor of a van with only a threadbare blanket and a tiny window with bars on it.

"Shit."

Jack (Jaqulene)'s POV

Woah.

Massive hangover. Long night last night…………….

I knew that feeling well…..

Wait…

A glass tank was surrounding me. The walls of it were smooth and rounded, and I could see the room outside of me. The white room stretched longer than I could see, both to my right and to my left. My body was parallel to the ground inside the tank. On each side of me, and going on down the room, there were tanks just like mine with kids of about the same age.

Well that was a new hallucination ……..

Last night………….

"Damn girl you look fine. I missed you last night, where was you at?!" Josh stumbles toward me through the sea of hot sweaty bodies. He hands me a plastic cup, checks me out. We've hooked up before, but now were just friends… except on Friday's at 5.

"Hey Josh! I was meeting with some people last night… nothing important…"

"That's cool babe. Hey you got some dope, I'm fresh out?"

"Hey nah I don't have any. You now what Ms. Logan would do if she caught me with some."

"That's cool then…"

Soon after I down a coupla shots. It gets pretty wild and soon I notice a burning hot and sweaty guy all over me. Hands everywhere… Up here… Down there…. Hot lips…hot hands…

Suddenly cool white hands pull me away………

Next a black van……

And…………………

Blackout.