A/N: So, in case anyone was curious as to why I've been updating so often with this story after such a long absense, it's simply because of Psych. Yes, the TV show on USA. I recently discovered it and purchased the first and second season. Then I bought the third season on iTunes. And now I'm just twiddling my thumbs until they start the fourth season on August 7th.

Unfortunately, for me, twiddling my thumbs mainly requires me reading almost EVERY Shawn x Juliet fic on this website, and several others on Psychfic . com. So, to calm the obsession, I'm trying so hard to throw myself into other fandoms. It isn't working.

Either way, enjoy the chapter. XD

The School

Chapter 11

The thought of food compelled me to walk through the door with as much dignity as I could muster. Instantly, the whitecoat closed the door on me, and I felt that rising sense of panic at the idea of being in a closed room. I scanned for windows and doors, possible escape routes, and came up blank. The whitecoats were picking up on the concept; there were no windows, and the only door was the one I had come through. I winced as I heard the lock click into place. Then I grinned.

As if a locked door could keep me in this place.

I debated trying to pick the lock, or staying on the table like a good little girl. Food, or freedom. That's what it came down to. I knew that I could have a good chance of escaping; I remembered the hallways of the School from my childhood and was willing to bet I could find my way out. The only problem was that if I met a whitecoat in the hallways, I would have to fight him. And I doubted I had enough energy to fight right now.

Even if I made it out of the School, I don't think I could get airborne long enough to get away. Flying when you were hungry was hard enough, but flying when you were close to starvation was suicide. And, hypothetically speaking, if I did manage to stay airborne long enough to get to the ledge with the hawks, the School would surely send Erasers after me. The hawks would fight them, but I doubt they could handle a swarm of Erasers, and I knew that I would be in no position to fight.

And if Erasers didn't come to get me, then I would end up curled on the ledge, starving, unable to get my own food because I couldn't fly anywhere without collapsing. So, that in mind, freedom didn't seem like such a good idea anymore. I sighed and took a seat on the table, trying to ignore the shudders that wracked my body upon feeling the cold metal underneath me.

Just when the silence threatened to eat me alive, the door unlocked and opened. A tall, female whitecoat walked in. She held the common clipboard (I swear, it's like their trademark or something. Come and buy a whitecoat action figure! Complete with evil intentions and your very own clipboard!). She glanced at me only briefly before setting a tray of food down on the table beside me.

It wasn't full of food, and it certainly didn't have as much as I would have wanted, but it was more than I had had in the past two days, so I scarfed it down. Then I chugged the two water bottles that accompanied it, putting the empty tray and bottles on the table when I was done. I glanced at the whitecoat, who was watching me with disgust.

"Hey," I said, "You go for two days without food and then try and eat politely. It's harder than it looks."

She cleared her throat and looked at her clipboard, "I'm here to do a simple physical. All you have to do is cooperate, and you'll be done for today."

A/N: Tell me, is anyone else getting irritated with these freaking short chapters? Cause I am.