Chapter Eight

On Top Of Spaghetti

I wasn't good with pain. As they got ready, I saw Peter through the corner of my eye. He was trying to break free of the man's grip, but he was too strong for Peter. As the man put the brand on my wrist is started to cry a little, it hurt really bad but I tried to hold it in but I just couldn't.

They held it extra long for me. I guess they wanted to torture two people. It hurt me because of the physical pain, and it hurt Peter because of the fact his girlfriend was being tortured. They held it on for about five minutes before I fainted. Yep, my trademark, fainting. I fell to the hard wood ground and I could tell they let Peter sit onto the ground next to me, I am guessing they were still holding him though. He said nothing; none of them said anything. All I could hear were footsteps. They were taking them to the prison, and they were just leaving me there. Then about fifteen minutes later I felt someone pick me up and take me to the prison too. When we got there they just walked into the cell and drop me from six feet in the air. OUCH!!! I thought, although I could say anything. I'm not sure about this, but when other people faint, they might not be able to tell what is going on, but me, I can I don't know how but I just can.

We have been in the prison for about two hours when I woke up. "Hey Will?" I asked a few minutes later rubbing at my wrist. It still stung.

"What?"

"I thought you knew how to get out of here. You did in the movie," I said as I looked at him.

"Well, they changed the cell doors by now."

"Bummer," I said looking at Jenna. "Hey how long has it been since she moved?"

"An hour," Jack said. "Hey! Let's kill her off and eat her! I'm hungry!"

"Fine with me!" I said poking her with a stick.

"Quite it!" Jenna screamed. "And you are not going to eat me, Jack!"

"Oh, you heard that? Oops," Jack said.

"On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.

The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze." I started singing. By the time I started singing it again Jenna had joined in.

Then Will interrupted us. "What are you two singing?" By now everyone was hot, tired, and wanted to get back on the ship.

"On top of spaghetti!" Jenna and me both said together.

"Well, will you shut up?" he then asked us.

"No," then we started singing again.

"What is going on?!?" a officer asked coming over to us.

"We were bored so we started singing! Did you like it?" I asked.

"No! It was horrible! Hey, you come here. I want to ask you a few questions." He said pointing to me.