"Wow, she is gorgeous."

"I told you guys."

"I wonder why she here. Do you know, Melinda?"

I heard all this voices around me, at first I thought I was dreaming until I saw three girls around me including Melanie. All of them had a look of worry as I stood up staring at all of them; they just stared back at me.

"What?" I asked with an annoyed voice. There were two girls taller than Melanie and shorter than me. Both of them were holding hands with each other. They seemed identical, both had big brown eyes (same shape), same shade of light brown hair, same facial shape, they were identical. The only different was that the one on the left had her hair to her chin and had a piercing on her eyebrow and about three on each of her ears. While the one on the right had long hair that seemed to touch her hips and no piercings.

"It's 5:50 already. Maybe you want to freshen up before we meet up with everyone?" Melanie was the first to talk. I nodded and stared up at the two girls holding hand as I stood up from the bed. "This is Kimber," she said pointing to the girl with short hair and piercings, "and this is Kimberly," pointing to the one with long hair and no piercings.

"Hi," was all they said, they both said it in unison and in a monotone, no feeling behind the words.

I left them staring as I walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind me, where I found out it had no lock. It was common sense that it didn't have a lock; if it did anyone would have the privacy everyone was deprived of. I turned on the sink, stared at myself in the mirror, and planted my hands on the pale white sink. My face was flushed and the sleep was no longer visible in my face. I felt the cold water and splashed some on my face; it ran down my throat and unto my breast. I stared at myself more, and the more I stared the stranger the face that stared back looked. Almost like someone I had never seen, a person with blank, vacant eyes, black strands of straight hair, and a face that didn't seem to belong to me. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the small, cramped room. Kimberly and Kimber were no longer there but Melanie was sitting at the edge of her bed. She was staring at her gloved hands, her hair was pooling all around her legs and arms.

She heard me move and stood up and stared at me, her one visible eye looked like a deer caught in headlights. Melanie seemed sad by just looking at her gloved hand. For some reason it brought a small smile to my face, she seemed very weak and easy to control. Melanie walked over to the door and I stood up and followed her through a huge corridor where sepia colored pictures hung, pictures of unhappy couple, men with frowns and prideful faces, and woman with pinched up, soured faces. All the faces glared as if staring at you.

"You'll get used to it," a small, silent voice said. So silent that I wasn't sure if it was my imagination or not. Then I saw Melanie staring back at me.

"What are you talking about," my voice was cold and sharp and I saw Melanie's body shrink.

"The paintings. They seem like they are glaring at everything you do."

"Hmph."

We kept on walking and on every few feet you could see black door to other rooms. Finally Melanie turned to the left where the door was a redish brown color instead of black. As I stared around the door on the right was blue and the one straight ahead was black. The whole structure of the walls seemed so strange, door everywhere but no windows.

Melanie opened the door for me and let me pass first and she trailed behind me clossing the door. I was a decent sized room that had about ten chairs that seemed to be nailed down to the floor. Only 4 chair were taken, two of them were taken by the twins I had met ealier, Kimber and Kimberly, they were staring at each other holding hands murmuring things that were to low to be hear, their faces were completely blank. The third chair that was exactly infront a the whole room sat a tall, pretty woman in her thirties. The fourth chair their was a boy looking persong with short spiky hair. It had to be a girl for this was a girl's only institution but even throught her polo shirt no breast seemed visible.

The blond woman stared at us and gestured us to sit down and gave me a sweet friendly smile but I just stared and my face muscles didn't soften. I sat next to Melanie with my hand crossed around my chest, Melanie sat next to Kimber. If the twins noticed is sit they didn't show it they just kept on talking in words that sounded like gibberish I heard her throw a small giggle as if I was nothing different. She cleared her throat and began, "It's only going to be the six of us today. Flora went into labor in the middle of the night and is going to have the baby anytime soon. Anyhow, can everyone please say their name and at least three facts about themselves. Everyone can ask a question if they want to the female that is presenting themselves. Melanie why don't you start?"

Melanie stood up and fidgeted a bit. You could see how uncomfterable she was by everyone staring at her. "My name is Melanie Peters. Fact number one- I'm sixteen and I'm turning seventeen next week. Fact number two- um, I have been here for about a year and a half. Fact three- I've never gone to a regular school." With that she sat down while staring at the floor.

"Any questions?"

"What are you hiding behind your hair," I thought the words but had no idea that they came out. Melanie stared at me, hair still covering her face she smiled at me. A small smile.

"You'll find out when we take our showers tomorrow," her voice was low and barely audiable.

Everyone was staring at us, I could feel their eye burning holes into my skin intensly. I just slauched back unto my chair and waited for the next person to go. Kimber and Kimberly both stood up and were about to begin but the blond woman told them that they had to do it separate. They didn't seem happy about it, Kimberly glared at the blond woman and Kimber just patted her hand, that brought a smile back unto Kimberly's face.

Kimberly sat down and Kimberly began, "My name is Kimber. I have twin sister," she stopped and pointed at Kimberly. Kimber started talking again and I noticed that Kimberly was mouthing every word that Kimber was saying. I wondered if I was the only one that noticed and if anyone else did they accted like they didn't care. "I love doll dresses, Kimberly doesn't but I make her wear them. Also, we are both 15 and Kimberly is about 30 seconds older than me." Everyword she said was monotone, no feeling or emotion behind it, every word she said Kimberly mouth at the same time. Then I noticed their clothing, they were both wearing the same type of dress, it looked like dresses you'd find on a porceline doll or someone from the early 19th centuary only it layed flad on their legs without the huge wire. They wer long and made out of pure cotton laces were all around it. Kimber's dress was a light pink and white and Kimberly's was black and red.

The second Kimber took her seat Kimberly stood up. That was when I noticed how different this twins were yet how close of a relationship they had. On the outside they both seemed cold and aloof yet I could see just by the way they dressed that they were both completely polar personalities.

No questions were asked so they moved right onto Kimberly. Her words scared me and sent chills down my spine. "My name is Kimberly. I have twin sister. I love doll dresses, Kimber doesn't but I make her wear them. Also, we are both 15 and Kimber is about 30 seconds younger than me." No one said anything to the fact that she had said the same exact thing that Kimber had said only that she had changed the names. I ignored it and stood straight in my chair.

Kimberly sat next to the blonde woman and staring down at her clipboard writing something down and then she said, "My name is Ms. Catherine or Ms. Cathy. I have been working at the Rosemary Institution for about seven years now. My mother was about the age of all of you when she got pregnant of me, she was bi-polar. That was what made me pursue a career in pediatric psychology. I am an only child. Okay, now your turn," Ms. Catherine said nodding towards the boyish looking girl. She was slouching in her chair and didn't even bother to stand up, "My name is James. You can call me Jimmy. My birth name is Jamie, don't call me that. I'm 14 years old and my favorite color is red. I was born in Florida in a whore house."

I asked, "How the hell did you end up in New Zealand?"

"My dad took me from the whore house away from my mom and brought me here."

Ms. Cathy shook her head and told me that it was my turn so I started. "My name is Kiri. Technically I am and only child (depends what family we are talking about). I have been to seven different foster homes all around New Zealand."

"Very good! Now that you all have gotten to know each other let's start with a very simple exercise. I want everyone to tell me the events that led them to being stuck here but I want you to write it. One paragraph and then afterwards we'll rotate it and see who you get. Whose ever you get you has to read out loud."