Chapter one
Starting
It was the middle of math class, the teacher in mid discussion on Polly-grams. Boring topic I think, I looked out the window to my left, it was mid November and everything was still green.
'I am so board' I think to my self. I look out again, just there was a snowflake on the windowsill.
"It's snowing!" I whisper to my self. I turn to my right, "Ann, Ann." I whisper to her "Ann!" I whisper louder.
"What!?" She sounds annoyed.
"Snow" I meekly whisper, silently cursing my self on getting her angry.
"It's snowing?" She asks.
"Yah!" I answer her question, relieved she is no longer angry.
"SNOW" She whispers happily.
The teacher stops mid sentence, as two men dressed in black suits appear at the door.
"Begin your work, page 89 numbers 1-59." He tells us, as he walks over toward the two men.
I should have paid attention, 'cause now I have absolutely no idea as to what I'm doing. I was about to lean over toward Ann, and ask if she could help me, when I caught the eye of one of the men at the door. He look at me like one would at a specimen under a microscope, it gave me the creeps, so I turned my attention back to my paper.
The teacher came over to me, telling me to pack up my things. I asked why, but he simply walked a way. I return my math book to my bag, having already left my paper as a bookmark, and slipped the strap over my head resting it on my right shoulder. Crossing the room, I fall in behind the two men, questions racing through my head. Such as, 'why do I have to go with these men? Is something wrong? Maybe something happened to my dad?' My heart sank with that thought. Out side there was a black blazer waiting, all the windows tinted so you couldn't see inside.
A third guy came out of the blazer and opened the back passenger door for me, I stepped in side and positioned my bag on my lap. The man who eyed me in the classroom, sat next to me. God he gave me the willies. I take out my CD player, and put on my headphones, seeing no objection from him, I proceed to play my CD. Linkin Park, and a good song. I glance over at the guy, dressed in a black suit with a white shirt, he looked like one of those FBI agents on TV. I tune my attention back to my music, the steady hum of the engine putting me to sleep.
I awoke to a dimly lit room, sitting awkwardly on a chair. Someone had removed my sweater, leaving me in a thin black T-shirt. Someone had also removed my watch. My left wrist began burning, in the dim light I could barely make out a barcode fashion tattoo, with a set of numbers I could not read. I stood and crossed the room toward the light, finding a desk with a lamp in it, hence the source of light. I ran my hand through my hair, finding someone had also cut it shorter, only a few inches long. I looked at the desk, on it where blue prints, of what I didn't know.
"So you're a wake"
(AN
Dun Dun Dun Dunnnnnnn. well that's chapter one I hope you liked my first Fan fic. chapter. Please read and review.