Innocence

AN: soooo... this is pretty much an experiment as this is my first fic, please don't be too judgmental. constructive criticism is excepted, But flames will be used to make s'mores. I like s'mores.


Innocence

Chell slowly walked down the hallway, not really listening to Wheatley. She didn't know why, but she took the time to carefully read each name on the corner of the posters. It became a system, Look at the project(or rather, the remains of it), read the name, move on to the next one. She supposed it was her small way of honoring the girls, however silly it was. But then something caught her eye. A huge potato plant, growing out of one of the experiments. She read the name.

Her eyes widened.

Chell.

This poster had her name on it. Which could only mean that somehow, Chell had been at Aperture Science on that fateful day. Bring your daughter to work day. She slowly reached her arm out, behind the poster, and found a small piece of paper tucked away in a small folder attached to the poster. She read it.

A poem by Chell

Is a town a place for a clown to act?

Yes it is!

But, I don't think so.

But a town is a place for a clown to act,

and I think that it is totally true.

But is it true?

No it's not!

But is that really true?

I don't think so,

but a circus is not a place for a clown to act,

A town is a place for a clown to act!

Now this poem is true.

A clown can act anywhere.

But is that true?

A clown can act anywhere

but today a clown can act where

it wants.

A circus isn't really a place for a

clown to act.

Chell smiled. I can figure out this mystery after I get out of this place. She thought as she folded up the poem and put in the pocket of her jumpsuit. A sweet little poem, written by an innocent little girl.


AU: so what do you think? The poem was a little thing I wrote when I was four years old. I hope you enjoyed it!