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The Room

Where am I?

Normally, I wake up to pink candy-floss clouds resting on the grass outside my bedroom. What happened? Why don’t I remember anything?

I looked around the room trying to see how to get out, but all that is here is a camera; it is focused on…on me? I have no more options; I can’t escape and I don’t even know where I am. I shout for help, but everything I try to say comes out wrong.

My scream hurts my throat so much it feels like swallowing broken glass. Now, people are rushing to me like a swarm of bees, all wearing the same blue top, one has a big white lab coat on top; just like the ones we use in our science lesson. There is crying. Suddenly as I felt the warm water hit my cheek, I realised it was me.

Everyone’s leaving now except for one lady, even though I can see the urgency in her eyes I can also see the pity, she’s speaking in a language I don’t know. What is she saying? “Hello” What does that mean? She’s smiling sweetly back at my confused face and joining the others in the room.

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