Children wake up; If the children don't grow up,
hold your mistake up,
before they turn the summer into dust.
our bodies get bigger but our hearts get torn up.
We're just a million little god's causing rain storms turning' every good thing to rust.
-Arcade Fire, Wake Up
_Chapter One_
-----Max-----
With a cup of hot tea, I sat across the old, wooden coffee table from my mom. Silence lingered in the air, like it did everyday at tea time.
Jeb was tending to things in the barn, and would be in soon.
"How has your day been, maximum?" Valencia asked.
"It's alright." I replied dully. The front door creaked open as Jeb walked in, then it slammed shut behind him.
"Hello, Dear." He greeted my mom, and then turning to me greeted, "Hello, Max."
"Good morning." Valencia replied. Nodding my hello in his direction, I picked up my cup of tea and took a sip.
"I'll be going to town to buy some more groceries." My mom said as she placed her cup on the matching saucer.
"Can I come?" I asked. I always wanted to go places with my mom but she never let me come. I had never even been past the woods at my house.
My thoughts got interrupted when a knock sounded at the door. "I'll get it." Jeb said as he walked to the door. A tall red haired woman walked in, and my mother stood to greet her. "Max meet Dr. Brigid, She's here to help you."
Perplexed, I started at the woman for a minute. "But…I don't understand."
"You're sick Max." The doctor replied.
"I'm not sick!" I exclaimed. "I feel fine."
"But you're sick of this place, aren't you Max?"
Looking down into the light brown mixture of my tea, I nodded. Standing up, I put my tea cup on its blue saucer. Sweetly my mom kissed my cheek goodbye; my dad opened his arms to me for a hug. "The key to your escape is hidden beneath." He whispered into my ear.
Perplexed I took a step back. "Goodbye, Max." He said and walked away. Slowly I followed the doctor from the house into the yard.
Turning around I got on last glance at the old yellow farm house. Its white windows were all squeaky clean along with everything else in the house.
A blind fold covered my eyes, as they put me in their large black SUV.
----Fang----
Boston, Massachusetts
WACK! The end of Mr. Burn's ruler slammed against the side of my desk waking me up. "Mr. Fagan Ridde, glad you could join us." He said as he kept walking down the aisle.
The bell rang awaking the rest of the sleeping kids.
Everyone grabbed their stuff and ran out the door. I followed their actions, and collected my own stuff.
"Wait, Mr. Ridde." Mr. Burns yelled after me before I exited the room. "You've slept through my class for the last week."
Wishing for this to hurry so I could get to work, I remained quiet. It was better to just let him talk.
Sighing, Mr. Burns sat on her dark wooden desk. "Try to sleep at night not during my class. Or sleep in another class-" The second bell rung cutting him off. I was out of there before he could say any more.
Iggy was waiting for me at my locker. "Fang, do you want your mom to kill us?" he asked. "Because if we're late she will murder us." My name was Fagan, but people just called me Fang.
"I know." Quickly, I shoved my unneeded books into my locker and the others into my back pack.
----Max-----
The ride wasn't as long as I expected. It seemed as if I had neighbors, and that were they took me.
The building they took me in was very dim light. Removing my blind fold, I saw that everything was whit, including the uniforms of the people.
"This way Maximum Batchelder." Dr. Brigid said as she took my arm and pulled down a hall. The lights above us flickered, sending a rain of sparks down on us. We walked up to a large door. Two men dressed in all white stopped us.
"Identification." One of eth men said. Dr. Brigid reached in her pocket and handed them a little ID thing.
Nodding the open the door to a room full of cages, and defining noise. "Max," Dr. Brigid said over the noise. "This will be your home if you try to escape." Someone behind me shoved me into the odd room.
"Just breathe." Someone said and a white rag covered my nose and mouth. Desperate for air I inhaled the poison on the rag. Soon afterward, the noise was gone.
Review, those of you who have read my other stories, I normally just write, no brainstorming or anything, and I normally just give up on those half way through, but just know I actually plotted for this.