I woke up, the clean white sheets feeling smooth below my hands. This wasn't the children's house was it? The last thing I remembered was talking to Jennifer Mitchum about the death of my family. Oh God, the pain is almost too much to bear. I looked down at my scratched up body. I was naked. I looked beside the bed and saw freshly pressed orange shirt, cargo pants and combat boots. I look around to make sure no one was looking and I slipped the clothes on.
I went out the door and saw a big circular track with kids running on it. They were all dressed in the same shirts as mine except they were all different colours. There was red, grey, navy and black. But no orange like the one I had on. I ventured further down the hall until I saw and elevator with a girl getting out of it. She wore the same thing as me except her shirt was black. She looked about the same age as me.
"Excuse me, where am I?" I nervously asked
"Can't talk to orange" she replied.
"Huh?" Was this some kind of a joke?
I noticed she was pointing to the elevator and holding up one finger.
"First floor?" I asked
She nodded and walked off.
I took the elevator to the first floor and stepped out into the most beautiful lobby I had ever seen. I walked over to the desk where someone was talking on the phone
"She's pregnant? Already? Oh, I got to go. Newbie's here" Newbie? Was that me?
"Excuse me, where am I?" I asked for the second time today.
"Rosie? Rosie Newman?" she asked
"Yeah" I replied nervously
"The chairwoman is waiting for you"
"Chairwoman?" I repeated.
"Yep, just go down the hall and it's the last door"
I ventured down the hall, seeing different names on the door. All of them had 'Mission Controller' printed on them though.
"Mission Controller?" I murmured to myself.
Finally I got to the last door. The plaque read 'Zara Asker. Chairwoman'. Wanting to be polite, I knocked on the door.
"Come in" a voice from with in yelled.
I opened the door and saw a blond haired lady sitting at a massive desk.
"Ah, you must be Rosie" she smiled at me. "Welcome to CHERUB"
"I'm sorry, CHERUB?" I asked
"It's where you are" she replied.