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Riddle Answer: There was a girl born too. (Triplets)

Fang

I have been mulling over the smirk that made its way onto Max's face. I tell her my age, so what? Is there an inside joke or something? I know at some points just Max and Claire would talk in low whispers while at the Gaming Room. Jeez, girls.

When I set my head on my pillow and closed my eyes, sleep just wouldn't come. For some reason I couldn't get any sleep that night. Usually it takes a while to get to sleep, so the doctors prescribed insomnia pills because 'You won't got to sleep if you are so stressed about life.' Yeah, bullshit. I am just more of a night person or my sleeping is screwed up. Something not so complicated.

When I could see the sun starting to peer over the horizon and the dark blue sky turn into a lighter shade I got up out of my bed and went to take a shower. I get my own in my room. It's nice, I don't have to share or anything. I can't shave or cut my hair, because being suicidal means that you can't be near sharp things. Dear God.

Time to face another day, just great.

When I walk out my door in SR, I knock on Max's door to see if she was awake. "Hey Max?" I hear a sneeze from the other side, so I assume she took a shower. Now don't look at me weird the soap and stuff they give you smells awful. It usually makes people sneeze or cough.

"Just a sec." She calls. Another sneeze. This time it was closer. When she opened the door she lifted up her bar of soap. "What the hell is this stuff? It smells gross." I just shrug and motion her to follow me. She sighs and puts the soap back in her room, probably in the bathroom.

I took her to Claire's room. "Claire is a heavy sleeper and doesn't wake up early. So shall we wake her up?"

"Hell yeah. What do you usually do to wake her up?"

"Poke her." I said simply

"What's her favorite animal?" Now this question got me stumped. Why did she need to know this?

"A mouse or pug." I answer

"Sweet, stay out here." Then Max went into Claire's room, leaving me out here to try and figure out what's going on.

Max

Fang looked at me like I was crazy or something for asking about her favorite animal. Has he never used this trick before? Oh well, it only works once or twice.

"Hey Claire." I got a groan, good she can hear me. "Fang and I are going to a pug rescue, want to come?" She shot straight out of bed and started to rummage around in her clothes. While running into her bathroom she stopped short and turned to look at me. I smiled cheekily back.

"We aren't going to a pug rescue, are we?"

"Nope. We can't leave, remember?" She just looked at me calmly.

"I'm not mad, I'm not mad, I'm not mad..." She started to repeat it softer and softer. She closed her eyes and counted silently to ten. Then she looked back up at me "You need to get me a pug when we break out of this place, okay?"

I looked at her weird, but she just smiled in return.

"Umm, okay Claire." I then began to slowly back up. I reached my hand out behind me to feel for the doorknob. When my hand hit it I turned it down and backed out of the door, only to run into something. Next thing I know I am on top of Fang on the ground.

"What are you still doing here? I got Claire up by the way." I say smugly.

"Max get off of me." What's up with him? It was an accident. I was just getting off of him when an older man, probably 50's, came out of a door a little ways down the corridor. He looked like a cool uncle or grandpa. Ya know the kinds that teach you how to use guns. Yeah.

"Hey, you kids might want to go in a room if you want to be laying on top of each other. It's not really tolerated around here." I looked up at him" Would he tell someone? I guess he got the message because he said. "I never saw anything, okay?" I smiled at him and nodded my head.

"Nothing was going on by the way." I said to the older man as I climb off of Fang. Fang also stands up at this time. "My name is Max. This is Fang."

"Jared." He smiled kindly. "My son that is probably around your age comes here every now and then with his two kids and wife. His name is Iggy. You two should meet him."

I look over at Fang who just nods. "Sure, we would love to meet him." I smile at Jared. "What are you in for?"

"Well, since this is the Bipolar Disorder hall, I am obviously in for drug use." He smirks. "I'm just kidding. I'm in for being Bipolar. I know Claire. So you probably will see me around."

"Okay, see ya." I turn around and start to walk down the hall with Fang only to be stopped by one of the younger security guards.

"Hey hottie." He sauntered up to me. "Name's Sam. What's a pretty little girl like you doing here?" He sauntered up to me. I folded my arms around my chest protectively.

"I'm here because of people like you." I said simply. He looked at me weird and moved away so I could walk by him. "Come on Fang." He stood next to me as we walked down the hall and into SR.

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