Day 2: (12 am: Room)

Playing God-
Opening one eye she could see that she was in her room. The curtains were closed, but there was a small gap in them to tell her it was midday. She could hardly remember anything that happened that morning, and just as she tried to remember, she felt sick and dragged the bin towards her just in time. She sat up, heavily, feeling groggy and confused. Her eyes were going in and out of focus, but she could feel a strange presence in the room. She twisted her head from side to side, squinting through the darkness to see a faint light in the corner of the room. Grace wiped her chin on the sleeve of her tatty blazer. Staring intensely at the shimmering light getting brighter and closer, she edged her way up the bed, onto the pillows and finally onto the head board.
“Grace,” the voice whispered, crackly and understandably distorted. Grace recognised the voice from somewhere, but she couldn’t put her finger to it. She stared longingly still at the bright light. “Grace,” the voice said again.
“W…what? What the hell do you want!?”
“You do not realise who I am?! After all of this time, you still do not know.” The shimmering light dimmed down, and Grace saw who was speaking.

“And stay in there!” Mrs Young yelled, throwing Talie into the dark, dank room. She spun around to see the door closing behind her. Her eyes widened as she heard something behind her. She spun back around and squinted into the pitch black. This was the punishment for sticking up for someone? She wasn’t going to do that again. She knelt down and beat her fists on the wall, annoyed with herself.
“Dammit!” She screamed out. The words resounded around her, as if she was in a never ending canyon. No one had ever been in one of these rooms unless they had broken at least 15 rules. Seeing as she had only broken the dirty woman’s stick, then she didn’t think that it was that bad. Slumping down onto the floor, she noticed that at the back of the room was a very, very small hole. She crawled over to it and peered along it. There was nothing inside, but it was way too small for her to crawl out of. She sighed and leant her back against the wall, brushing her arms along it. Suddenly there was a crunching noise and the wall behind her collapsed. She screamed as she was sent hurtling back down a giant slope, down…and fast.

“Maddy?!” Grace said startled, but sure enough the pearly white figure of her deceased friend stood right in front of her.
“Yes, I am here to help you. Grace none of the others know your strength.”
“What the hell- Maddy… have you taken something?”
“Wh…what?! No! What I’m saying is that none of your friends, not one of them. They don’t understand your potential.”
“Ok… and why is that important. I don’t care!”
“Really?” Maddy said flicking up an eyebrow and closing her eyes. “Well, I guess I’ll be on my way. I s’pose you don’t want to hear about the special room.” The ghostly figure turned to walk away, hunched shouldered and sighing.
“No, wait!” cried out Grace. Maddy smiled menacingly, although Grace didn’t see. “I want to hear.”
“Ah, I thought so,” she said turning on the spot and once more walking slowly towards her friend. “Then I shall tell you but…”
“Actually, I think we should wait til everyone comes back from their lessons. Does 12 pm tonight sound ok?” The ghostly figure of Maddy sighed disapprovingly. “What!?”
“It’s not a bloody mother’s meeting!” she shouted.
“Well, I think the guys would like to know.” Maddy sulked off, through a wall and disappeared out of sight.


ah good, no swearing in this, *phew* i think this is the ONLY story i've written that had no swearing what so ever in it! OMG!