Yo, sup guys? I know it's been a long time since I last updated and I'm really sorry about that. I had originally planned on doing this a lot sooner, but with all of the stuff going on at school and my life in general, I didn't really have time. I'm actually kind of shocked that I found some time to update at all. See, next week at school we have this standardized test called the WESTEST and I've been stressing over it a little. If we don't do good on the math portion we have to take an extra math class next year. Blah! So, as you can see, I've been pretty busy. I'm not exactly very good at math. I hate it and I can't do it very well. I make B's and C's. As for my life in general, well one of my best friends is having some guy problems. A guy a year ahead of us likes her and is on the tennis team with her. Unfortunately, one of our other friends knew a girl who got asked out by him while he was dating someone else. He's not a good guy, but she won't listen to us. She keeps talking to him and texting him and we're all really worried. Again, not good at all. Oh no, I'm starting to babble again. Why can't I stop? Well, I suppose that's all I have to say. Read 'NeoFlock' and 'Deadline' by Talon666. He supports me a whole lot, so I'm returning the favor. Okay, here we go with Chapter 8.
I heaved a sigh. This was pointless. I had been sitting perfectly still with a blindfold over my eyes for almost an hour. It was part of a stupid test they had cooked up for my photographic memory. I had been given five minutes to memorize a room. I had then been blindfolded and left to sit in said room for an hour while some guy sat in front of me, making sure I didn't remove the blindfold.
Totally pointless. I had understood all of the other test they had made me do. Tests to check my health, tests for flying, tests for my healing powers, and tests to record my smarts. But this was stupid.
I heard the timer ring. Finally. I heard the guy get up to turn it off. He then walked over to me and said, "Describe the room for me Miss Smith."
I sighed. "There's a light fixture in the middle of the ceiling. It's just a plain glass dome. Behind me is the desk you were sitting at. It's dark grey and made out of metal. It has a dent in the side. A pretty big one."
I paused for a moment to catch my breath. I had said that stuff pretty fast. "The chair you were sitting in is plastic. It's orange and pretty dirty. The back has a square shape cut out of it. One of the legs is wobbly and another has been painted black."
"Anything else?" he asked me. "What about in front of you?"
I sighed again. "The walls are beige and the paint's peeling. There is a hole near the door where I'm guessing someone got angry and swung the door open hard causing the doorknob to hit the wall. The door is made out of metal and the same color as the desk. It has a small peephole."
"Uh huh." he said in a bored voice. "Anything else?"
"The wall in front of me has a clock. It's stopped working. It says that it's 7:54 and the second hand is stuck on 14. The clock is, like everything else here, grey." I took another pause. "The chair I'm sitting in is the same as the one behind the desk except that none of the legs are wobbly or spray painted black. The carpet on the floor is an ugly brown color and is badly stained. There's also a rip right under my chair." I sighed and then added, "I also counted the ceiling tiles. There are 117 of them. They are white with black spots and a corner of one is missing."
"Hmm." the whitecoat said. I heard him write something down and then my blindfold was removed. He examined it and when he could find nothing wrong with it, he let me go.
I went back in the hall and found Skye sitting in one of the chairs, looking bored and tired. His face was flushed and I wondered what they had made him do. He saw me coming and rolled his eyes.
I sank down in the chair next to him, not very happy about the situation myself. I had expected Jewel to be out here too. I had been tested for hours. I was worried about her. What could they be doing?
I sighed. There was only one way I was going to find out where Jewel was and what was going on with her.
I turned to Skye and asked, "Where's Jewel?"
He looked startled when he heard me speak to him. "Uh, they just came and got her about an hour ago. She could come out at any time now."
I nodded and turned to the wall in front of me. I was just going to stare at it until Jewel came out. I didn't want to have to talk to Skye again. I hated him getting all mad at me over nothing.
Several silent minutes passed by between Skye and me. The silence was killing me, but I didn't want to break it. I wished Jewel would come back soon. I thought I was going to crack and talk to Skye.
He was actually the one to crack and it surprised me.
"Hey, Mel." he said, trying to get my attention.
At first, I thought I hadn't heard right, but then he said it again, so I turned towards him. I wondered what he wanted. He didn't exactly seem like the chatty type, especially not to me.
"Yeah?" I asked, curious. Was he going to apologize to me? Was he going to explain why he had been so rude? If not, then what did he want? What did he have to say to me?
"Look, I don't like you and you don't like me. Right?" he asked.
For some reason, when he said that, I felt my heart sink all the way to my stomach. I felt sick, but I answered him anyway. "Right." I wondered what he was getting at.
"Well, I think we should just ignore each other until we," he lowered his voice, "get out of here." He paused and continued. "I think it'll make everyone happy. I can tell Jewel doesn't like all of the arguing. Once we get out of here we can go our separate ways. You'll never see me again and I'll never see you."
I crossed my arms and scowled. "Fine." I said huffily. "Sounds great to me. Just perfect." I jerked my head back towards the wall, hitting Skye in the face with my hair. I didn't feel sorry about it one bit. He deserved way worse.
I didn't know why I was so hurt about what he said. Shouldn't I be happy that I didn't have to talk to him and that he wouldn't be talking to me? There would be no more fighting and after we got out, I'd never have to deal with him again.
So why, at someplace deep inside me, did I wish that we could work or problem, whatever it was, out?
'Cause you like him you dummy. I thought to myself.
I stole a glance at him. He was looking in the opposite direction, unaware that I was looking at him. I turned back to the wall. It was true, I did like him. Why? That was the mystery. Why did I like someone who hated me so much. Maybe he didn't hate me. Maybe…
I heard someone walk up the hall and turned to see who it was. I saw a figure with super long, red hair come towards us. Finally, Jewel. I had never been so relieved to see her in my life. Of course, I had only known her for almost two days, but still.
I thought I heard Skye mutter, "Finally.", but I couldn't be sure.
When Jewel walked up to us I noticed she had a whitecoat following closely behind her. Jewel smiled at me when she saw me, but frowned when she saw they way me and Skye were sitting.
The whitecoat cleared his throat and Skye and I stood up. "This way." he said, motioning us to follow him.
I felt sick to my stomach again. I could tell this was not going to be fun. The only people I ever fought with were the flock and I swear they went easy on me. Well, I would have to learn sometime. Who knew, maybe I'd actually do good. And maybe pigs would fly. Well, they did make kids fly so anything was possible I guess.
So, I hope you guys liked that. I worked really hard on this chapter for you guys. Yeah, it's a filler, but it's still good, right? Anyway, read 'NeoFlock' and 'Deadline' by Talon 666. You guys will love these stories, I promise. Read and review. Updating soon. I promise.
