Michel was in a deep and peaceful sleep. Having never slept better in entire life, she managed to wake up. She blinked her eyes a few times to get them into focus. She was looking straight into the face of a male's large poster. He must be a singer, Michel thought. She turned her head to look behind her.
Her claws were deeply embedded into the ceiling of the room. She had managed to do more than just sleep walk. She glanced back up into the blue eyes of the male.
Her bedroom door suddenly flew open, and the female came walking inside. Michel released her claws carefully and quickly, and fell with a loud thud.
The female ran over to her, and asked, "Are you all right, sweetie?" Michel nodded and looked around the room quickly. The female pulled her up onto her feet.
"Oh my dear, at least you didn't bruise or break anything. Get ready, it's time for school." The female said.
"What?" Michel managed to ask. Michel hardly ever spoke; she saw no reason to give long speeches now. There was just no reason to speak when everyone else did the majority of the talking.
"You know, school. Oh, just get dressed, and I'll drive you there," the female said. She turned around and slowly walked out of the room.
She didn't seem too angry about last night. Are all humans like her? She asked herself. Looking around, a beautiful mahogany wooded dresser caught her eye. Michel walked over to it, and grasped the brass handles. She opened a drawer, and saw several neatly folded clothes inside the small space. She pulled out a white tang top with gold embroidery. She also pulled out a large brown skirt that had a strange belt of gold sequins. Michel slipped it on quickly and found a pair of sandals. She left the room quickly.
Michel met the woman at the front door. She was waiting with the door open. A strange bag stood at her side. She lifted the bag up and held it out toward her.
"Don't forget your book bag," she said.
Michel slowly walked over to her. Carefully grabbing the bag, she looked up at the lady's blue eyes. Some of her blonde hair was covering her face and her skin was paler than a porcelain doll.
Michel walked outside and the bright sunshine blinded her. She used her hand to cover her eyes. The female walked around her and opened the car door. Michel walked over to her. The female placed an arm around Michel's shoulders and turned her toward the bright sunlight. The lady took in a deep breath of air.
"Isn't this a perfect day my child?" She asked, trying to sound kind.
Child? Michel though. This lady was Michel's mother! The thought surprised and depressed Michel. Michel never had any parents to speak of. Michel was ever more surprised that the female could tell that she wasn't her true child. She followed the lady inside the large white car.
The car made her think of the days she tested the military vehicles'. The last vehicle test drive nearly killed her. It was to test how well it could be maneuvered in wild terrain. She accidently hit a bomb, and the vehicle exploded. The doctors were able to revive her, and save her life. She was punished later, for nearly destroying the vehicle.
She looked through the window and glanced at the moving landscape. Buildings in all sizes and styles, and most had large windows with merchandise in them. People walked along the sidewalks. There were tall lampposts and some trash cans randomly placed on the sidewalk.
Michel watched the people closely; she tried to learn their ways. How they walked, how they stood. Every human was different. Humans had developed their own form of life in differentiating themselves from other human beings. It meant, to Michel, that no matter how weird she was; she could still hide among the humans.
Michel saw a few people had small dogs on leases. Michel couldn't help but feel sad for the dogs. Dogs, and other pets, are nothing more than just pets. She was a pet, until she broke free. She shivered at the thought that she might get be found. She would be severely punished, or perhaps killed.
The large car soon pulled into a sidewalk. The sidewalk was crowded with teenagers. They stood randomly around the place, the majority walked toward a large building. Michel watched them. Everyone seemed to be dressed in very different style clothing. The outfits create a sea of colors. She wasn't used to seeing so much color before. The only outfits she ever saw were the doctors, the soldiers, the government officials, and her plain black gown. Now color was everywhere.
Michel's mom placed a hand on Michel's shoulder. Michel looked at her with puzzlement."Well my darling, I hope you have a good day at school."
Michel nodded to the woman's words. She looked at her door and pulled on the handle. The door opened swiftly and Michel stepped a foot on the sidewalk. Michel grabbed her book bag and placed the strap over her shoulder. She stood up and closed the door behind her. She watched the white car leave.
Before long someone came up behind her and place two hands over her eyes. Michel panicked, and went into defensive mode. She elbowed the person behind her and turned around to see who her attacker was. It was a skinny pale guy. He was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and jeans. A large silver chain hung from his pocket and was connected to his belt. She watched him regain his breathe.
"Gees Hun, did you have a bad morning or something?" He asked with surprise and frustration.
Michel just stared at him closely. She didn't know what to think about him. He didn't seem to pose a threat or seemed dangerous. She allowed her defenses to go down.
"Do I know you?" Michel asked suspiciously.
"Well I would certainly hope so. It's me, Kenny. We've been best friends since the second grade. How could you forget me?" He asked.
"Sorry," Michel said hoping that she hadn't ruined her cover.
"It's ok, it happens to the best of us. Well the school is about to start yo'. I did the study guide, did you?" Kenny held out a piece of paper. Michel grabbed it and smiled.
Kenny placed his arm around her shoulders and they walked off together. Michel didn't know what to do. She didn't say anything, she just watched Kenny closely.
He led her inside the large building and through the halls. Michel noticed the teenager's behavior. They would stand with people who dressed the similar to them. They were all staring at her oddly, as if they could tell something was wrong with her.
Kenny pulled her to a small brown door, and opened it for her. She walked inside and entered a large room with desks. The room was also filled with teenagers. Michel wondered if this was some kind of a jailhouse for them. A laptop rested on every desk. Michel took a seat in the first desk available to her. Kenny sat down next to her.
A bell rang loudly. Several young teenagers took their seats, and an older man walked inside carrying a briefcase. He stood in front of the class at the front of a large desk. He cleared his throat.
"Ok students, start up your laptops and go to the main school website. No fooling around, we are reading Macbeth." He said. He took a seat in a large chair behind the main desk.
Michel opened her laptop and turned it on. She had used several high-tech computers before. She had learned how to use them. She tested new gadgets constantly. They had to tech how to use the basics first though.
She clicked to the internet and was taken to the school's main page. She clicked on the blue words that said English. She was instantly taken to a list of stories. She scrolled down until she found Macbeth and clicked on it. She came to a list of acts and scences. She glanced over at Kenny's computer to see that the class was on Act 1 scene 5.
Michel clicked the page open and clicked another webpage open. She went onto a military website. She logged in as one of the doctors. She typed in current news in the search box. She clicked back to the other page as the teacher was about to talk.
"Ok, let's decide whose going to play who." He looked down a piece of paper. "Um…Kayla, you can be the messenger. Kenny you can be Macbeth, and Michel you can be Lady Macbeth. Let's start where we left off yesterday, line 35 with Lady Macbeth."
Michel scrolled down a little and cleared her throat. "Give him tending: He brings great news. (Exit messenger) The Raven himself is hoarse that croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan Under my battlements. Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me, from the crown to the toe, top-full Of direst cruelty! Make thick my blood, stop up th' access and passage to remorse, that no compunctious visiting of nature shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between th' effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, and take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, wherever in your sightless substances you wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, and pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, that my keen knife see not the wound it makes, nor Heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, to cry :Hold, hold!"
She continued reading her parts as did Kenny. She took quick glances over at the other webpage. She found a way to hack into the militaries mainframe. She looked up anything she could about herself. They hadn't found any clues as to her whereabouts. So far, she was in the best hideout she could possibly be. They would suspect her to be on a killing spree.
Michel felt her stomach make a noise. She was hungry, it was time to eat.
This chapter makes refrence to William Shakespear's Machbeth. I do not own any rights to William Shakespear's works. (Sad, isn't it?)