Jamie

When I wake up, I am staring at a white ceiling.  I look around the room, but there is nothing but a bed, desk, and toilet, not even a door.  There is a window, but it looks out upon nothing but white.  I tried to stand up, but I almost fell back to the floor when my head started to pound.  “Shit,” I mumble to myself as I sit back down.  What happened back home?  Is everyone alright?

I think back to my family.  What happened after they took me?  I look around the room, trying to find a way out.  The window appears to be open, but when I try to stick my hand out, something zaps me, “Ow!”  Well, that didn’t work so well.  

I sit back down on the bed for what feels like hours until something finally happens.  At first it feels like the room is vibrating, then there is hissing, and finally part of the white wall slides open to reveal a man.  The man is in all white, much like the ones that took me from my house, but he doesn’t have a mask.  He has a surprisingly handsome face and he’s tall, probably about six foot four.  He may be handsome, but he is scary looking, too.  He towered over me and it seemed like his eyes were staring into my soul.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice weary.  “Where am I?  What’s happening?” My voice is more confident now.

“Come with me,” the man said, his deep voice reverberating around the room.

“Why?  Where are we going?” But that was all he said.  Reluctantly, I follow him into the all white hallway.  They really like the color white here.

We walk down the never ending hallway and, finally, we reach a wall with a keypad.  He taps in a code and the wall starts to slide open, just like in my room.  It looks like a classroom, but yet again everything is white.  I looked around to find kids that look my age, sat at the desks, wearing all white jumpers.  I look down and realize that I am still wearing my clothes from the night of my party.  I swallow loudly.  Even thinking about my family brings me to tears.

“Sit,” the man said, pointing to an empty desk at the back of the room.  

I’m feeling a little defiant since this man isn’t answering my questions. “No.”

“Sit,” he said again, showing no hint of emotion.  The kids in the room show very little interest in me and my shenanigans, but they do look a little shocked when I plop down on the floor.

“What do you think you’re doing?” A voice I don’t recognize asks.  That’s when I realize there is another adult in the room, sitting behind a larger desk, yet again dressed in all white.  He looks older and more tired than the man who took me here.  It is almost like he is a teacher and this is his classroom.

“Sitting,” I reply flatly.

“I understand, but why aren’t you going to your desk?”

“Nobody told me to go to the desk.  I wasn’t under the impression that it was mine either.”

“Of course it’s yours, now sit down.”  He wasn’t harsh, but not exactly kind, either.  “Why don’t you join us for class?”

“What if I don’t want to?” He was about to reply when I cut him off again, “Also, where am I?  Who are you people?  Why is everything white!?”

A boy in the back snickered, “You’re new, aren’t you?”  Another boy turned to him and said, “Of course he is, look at him.”  I couldn’t tell if he was referring to my clothes or my generally confused face.  

“I just want to know what the hell is happening!” I scream at them.  Everyone goes silent, all that can be heard is my heavy breathing.  “Where am I and what happened to my family?”

“You have a family?” A girl asks in shock.

I look around, all of them finding it either strange or downright impossible.  “Of course I have a family, don’t all of you?”

No one answered.

“Oh, I’m sorry.”  The thought of not having a family made me sad.  I decided it would be in my best interest to sit at the desk, but my legs wouldn’t move.  I turned to face the man who took me here, who was silently moving towards me.

“I think it’s best if you take him to the boss,” the teacher told him.  Suddenly, I was being lifted by the armpits by the man and was being led out of the classroom and back into the hallway.