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Old Des Souvenirs

We spent all night training. That's right I said night. She didn't even let me go home. I can't even start to begin what my brother would be thinking. Damn, let's hope he didn't call the police. Actually, that wouldn't be bad. The title for the paper. Young Girl Kidnapped By A Mentally Distorted Child. How that would crack me up, for all of my life, except I'm not that mean. I would have to come up with a back story. A really good one at that.

What's worse, Rain didn't tell me what she said, meant. So to say I was distracted through our 'training,' is one big understatement. I think I only got a couple of good hits before I was knocked out countless times. And when I came back into the world, I was attacked just as quickly. I think I might have even met some of the souls up above, with all the times I quickly avoided that place.

Except, I noticed a tiny bit through the night, that it would take a couple of seconds longer each time before I got knocked out. But a couple of seconds isn't enough, I still went down. She didn't tell me why we were training, she told me I had to figure it out myself. Just like she had to. Just like everyone else has to. Whoever the 'everyone else' is.

So here I am, it's 7:30 am. The sound of beeping, pulling me out of sleep. Well, that's what would normally happen, except I am up. And have been for a long time. This has happened every time this week. Yes, a couple of days since my last 'training'. Surprising I know, but she said she would train me until I knew. That's why I sort have been prolonging it for now. I mean, I have been really busy. Like hella. Taking out the trash can take out someone's energy you know.

Next week, though, is my last week before I'm outta here and I'm hoping to lag the research out as long as I can so I don't have to do it. I will be out of this place, with my brother, before you know it.

"You ready to go yet?" Oh yeah, that's Rain. The reason why I'm already up and dressed because she made it her job to hurl me up and to make me run three miles every morning. Did she really think that this body could ever be running material? Because it ain't, but she doesn't seem to care about that.

Oh and where's my brother, he's already at school because I take to long in the mornings to get ready. My reasoning though, the school doesn't start till 9 am and we leave at 8 am plenty of time to get there, talk to friends for 20mins and then go to the homegroup. Unfortunately, though, he says we need to be there at 7:30 am, so he has more time to chat with his friends.

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After I put on the simple makeup I have, which consists of mascara, I am sliding down the ramp of the stairs. Really, I just don't like makeup, I despise it, but I wear mascara because I have tinie-tiny eyelashes. Call me a tom-boy all you want, I don't care, go ahead call me that. I would rather be that, then a princessy-stuck-up-girlie-girl.

My reflexes easily catch up to me, to catch the bright red apple hurling my way. Sliding off the banisters, I land perfectly in my shoes, just in time before my bag falls off the counter. Catching it, I take a chunk out of this pink lady and into the hallway. Using my foot, I push the door-screen open and step through just before it closes again. Glancing up, I notice that Black SUV forester, my favourite car. Plus, it's also the newest one that has come out. The 2019 model. A beauty she is, and all Rains. Lucky biotch.

My brother and I aren't rich or anything, we just like to solidify ourselves from the community, why, I don't know. Mum always liked it that way, so I guess this one of the ways I can still remember her. Dad, he used to love the big space, away from people and have enough space to plant and grow an orchid of his own. It was one of his most prized things, apart from us. Just looking at the orchid me and my brother started to grow, I can imagine him standing there, and smiling over our progress. But also criticising where we plant all the trees, and which one was next to each other. What fertilizer did we use? What fruits did we plant? Where is the place to put them? How much water each and everyone needs? When it is right to put the nets on? He liked to be in charge of it all.

He would buy different bags of fertilizer and mix them all together. He would tell us to plant the orange and grapefruit trees the furthermost west, where the sun sets. He would tell us to put nets on the apples and pairs in summer and make sure they get sun, but not a lot to make them get sunburned. He would say that the apricots need more water then the lemons. And to only juice the lemonades because they are sweeter than lemons. And when he tells us when we can eat the pomegranates. They were always his favourite. Sad times.

Enough about my sad life, because it's about to get even sadder, not that I knew, just an edge feeling at the back of my mind. That is a couple of years time, I will be totally different. Man, I hope I don't turn into a girly girl. Now that's my worst nightmare.

"Yo Amber, hurry that ass up of yours." Normally that would be offensive to me, but over this short too, she has become like a sister. Even though she won't tell me the answer to that question. I sorta even think she might know what I'm doing, avoiding the research. But somehow she always knows where I am.

Like how wherein different classes for History, and I decided to skip this one lesson, but while I was going home. I decided to have a quick stop by star bucks and grab a caramel hot chocolate when she was there. Coincidence, right. That's what I thought at first. When she asked what I'm doing here, I just told I was getting some hot chocolate. Seeming it was still lunch, we took a seat and chatted along. By the time she went to her car and I went to mine. I got on and drove back to school.

When I arrived, I parked her in the same spot. Fortunately, it wasn't taken, I went inside the school, just as the bell went. Instead of turning into my classroom when I saw it, I kept walking, making sure no one can see me. I stopped at the genitors closet, looking twice, before entering. See it would look normal, but I have been at this school for a long time, exploring everywhere, to find all the secret hatches. Every school has one. This more than others.

This hatch opened up into an underground doorway, but it has a password that changes every third month. Don't ask me how I know them, you won't like the result, but let's just say, I don't come out of their looking very clean.

I come out with holes in my clothes, burn marks, looking like I just ran and swam a marathon, but that's not the worst. And I think its best not to go into details. Turning left, then walking 10 steps, I turn right. A whole lot of twists and turns later on, I stop at one door. Opening it up brings me to a story of steps.

Normally it would take a while to reach to the top, but with all these workouts in the morning Rain's been doing to me, I get up in about 5 minutes. Opening the door at the very top leads me into my bathroom. I know, very stalkerish, but I added this door under the tiles of my shower. Why? Because I never have one, baths are a lot more relaxing.

I made this door, connecting to the underground, Hallway 16. It makes, getting to school a lot quicker when I'm late. No one knows about this door, I made sure of it, with a lot of backfires if you get the pin wrong. I should know that because I have forgotten the password a lot of times. There are even doors I don't know where they lead to because they have a lot worse backfires. And please, don't ask how I know that.

Opening my door quietly, just in case my brother is home, which he rarely is, I step out and shut it softly behind me. My baby brother is rarely home anymore, always hanging out and sleeping over at his friend's place. I sometimes don't even think were related. Turning around, I make sure nothing is out of place and head to the door. Before going through, my mind catches up to me.

Letting out a shrilling scream, jump out of my room and fall onto the steps. Rolling down until I reach the hard ground beneath me. Looking up, the last thing I see is concerned eyes staring deeply into my soul. A soul of brokenness. A soul of want. But it's also a soul of great distance pasts taking over the body, inside out.