Crazy Enough by Chloe L. (read book .txt) 📖

be in his hands.
His room was next to mine. I knocked three times before he could answer. “Coming!” I heard him yell. He opened the wooden door.”Hey, Flair.” He said smiling “We have twenty minutes. Explain.” I demanded. “Alright ,come on in.” He said standing out of the way so I could walk in. His room was exactly like mine. I forgot about calling mother. I didn’t even bring clothes. There’s no kitchen. Will they feed us? Thoughts stirred around in my head. “You can explain later.” I said rudely.”I’m sorry. I have to do some things.” He smiled.” Okay” He said and I walked into my room.
I hadn’t seen the phone before. I looked in the living room first. It was a red phone hanging on the wall beside my desk. I expected it to be a lot more fancy and sciency but it wasn’t. I was worried mother couldn’t afford to pay the electric bill and it wouldn’t work but it did.
“Hello?” I heard someone say.
“Summer! Is that you? Mother?”I heard a loud beep beep beep. “Hello?” I asked. No one.
Tried a million times but it didn’t work. It just kept beeping. I’ll try tomorrow. At least they know I’m alive.
"Times up, kid!" Dave screamed. I opened the door. "What happened to princess?" I asked. "Hey, watch the attitude, princess." He was holding some clothes. "And put these on." He said tossing them to me. "Wha-" "No questions, princess." I stuck my tongue at him and went back in my room. He calls me princess so many times you'd think thats my name.
I went in the bathroom even though I'm alone. They could be watching my every move. I'm underground. That's all I know about this place. My family has no idea where I am. I guess I'm sleeping over for possibly forever. I didn't bring any clothes or anything here. Why did I agree to this? Well, I didn't but I will if they need me to. Anything for Orson.
I looked at the clothing. Tight, black, stretchy pants with blue detail. The top was almost the same. It was just long sleeved. "Hello, Flair." A robotic voice said "What?!" I yelled nervously. "Hello, Flair." It repeated. "I will help you, tell you where you need to be, tell you your tasks,make you food and anything you need." It said. “Analyzing .” The voice was female. Robotic. But female. I just stood there. Analyzing?What was it doing?“You have an auburn hair color, hazel eyes, olive skin, and I think you look fantastic in your training clothes, Flair.” She said. I’m not sure how she knew all that but she’s right. Maybe not about the fantastic part. That was way too nice. “Are you a real person?” I asked her. “No, Flair. I am a program but I am almost capable of feelings and opinions. I do not have a name but you can call me whatever you’d like, Flair.” True said. “Perfect.” I said “I’ll call you True.” I’ve always loved the name. “I do love that that name, Flair. I love being True. Thank you.” True said. “You’re welcome.” I told her. “Flair, when you are ready you are needed at the training center.” True said. “Where is it?” I asked. A watch shot down from the ceiling and landed on the bathroom counter. “If you need me, click the orange button and I will take you there, Flair.” True said. I put the watch on and pressed the orange button. “Thank you, Flair.” It said.

Chapter 2

“Walk down the hallway to room 28.” True told me. There it was. A glass door. Room 28, training center. I saw Orson he was learning how to throw knives. How, wonderful. I sighed and opened the big glass door. A tall, thin, pretty girl came running towards me. We were all in the same outfit. She grabbed my arm and pulled me outside. “I have to give you a tour first.” She said pulling me down the hallway. Her blonde high ponytail swished behind her head. I pulled her arm off of mine. How rude for her to just pull me out of the training room! “It’s not rude, it’s my job and I didn’t pull you out of there I’m supposed to give you a tour!” She snapped at me. How did she know what I was thinking? Can she read minds? She laughed. “No, but yours is just so easy to read.” She said. I tried to just stop thinking but it didn’t work. Why couldn’t she just stop? “These are the hospital rooms. In case you get injured. You probably will.” Those were the rooms I saw when Dave was showing me to my room. “This is Orson’s room. Your room. Fate’s room.” She stopped at the next room and stared at the door for half a minute. “Bryson’s room.” she softly. She held her hand on the door. “Excuse me, Miss Bliss.” Someone said behind us. “Bryson! Hi! Sorry I thought this was my room no wonder I couldn’t open it!” She giggled. He gave her a kiss on the cheek. “New girl? Hey, Flame.” He said. “It’s Flair.” I corrected him. “Oh yeah. That Orson kid talks about you alot.” He said looking at the girl, Bliss I guess. He’s been looking at her the whole time. “Been living here your whole life and don’t know where our room is?” Bryson or whatever said. She laughed. “We gotta get going. See ya!” She said leaving. That must be love. “It’s not.” She said. “Not when he doesn’t love you back.” Yes he does!” I yelled. She shook her head and showed me everyone elses rooms. “Isn’t so cute when he says Miss Bliss?” She talked about him the whole way. “He is so funny! Don’t you love how his brown eyes sparkle? The whole time she talked I thought of Orson. So I just nodded to everything she said. As she was talking she bumped into some guy. “Ouch! Watch where you’re going! You ignorant-” She looked up at the tall, strong boy. “Bruce!” She yelled. He grabbed her waist. “Don't touch me!” She pulled his hands off. She pushed his and slapped him right across the face leaving a nasty,red mark. “Don’t ever put your filthy hands on me ever again!” She stepped on him and walked away.Tiny, little Bliss just did that. “I’m not tiny!” She yelled. She can definitely read minds.My mind at least.
“Does Orson really talk about me a lot?” I asked her. “Yeah I guess. He talks about Hannah a lot more.” Hannah. I hated her. “What about her?” I bet he calls her hot and stupid just like she calls him those names. Bliss laughed. “He says she a stuck up bitch.” She said. “That’s all.I don’t think Orson’s stupid.” She smiled at me. That smile made her so much more like Summer.
We walked in to the training room. Bryson and Orson were talking. When they were next to each other, they could be brothers. Orson had a brother. And a sister. They’re probably about nine years old. Last time Orson saw his brother, sister, and his mother was three years ago. His parents divorced. His mother’s family was very rich so she was fine but his father was not doing well at all. His father had no job, no money, was drunk all the time. Orson stayed for his dad. Orson now had three part time jobs,was trying to make money for him and his father, was trying to keep his father healthy, never saw his mother, missed the twins like crazy, and is trying to save up money for college. His mother said college was a “Waste of time” and wouldn’t give him any money. If I had money, I would give it to him. Too bad I was trying to protect Orson, his father and Summer, trying to convince my mother we don’t have the money to adopt a baby, keep Summer sane, and make sure we have enough money to keep our house. Looks like Orson and I have the same sort of problems. Which just makes it hard for me to help him.
Bryson has a sister. Clover. I saw her in the training center lifting something a lot bigger than her. She was short, cute, and pretty thin. She looked alot like her brother with her dark hair and brownish eyes. She was only about thirteen maybe. That Bruce guy walked up to her and kicked her legs, knocking her to the ground. She got up and ran to her brother. Crying, she hugged him and went out of the training room. Bruce picked up the thing Clover was just using and threw it across the room.It hit a short girl with dark black hair. "Fate!" Bliss cried running towards her. Bryson and Bliss carried the girl out of the training room. A tall boy with red hair walked up to Bruce and screamed at him. Bruce simply punched the boy in the face leaving him on the floor and walked to tread mill. I was standing right next to him.
He smiled at me. An evil smile. "Let's lift weights, Flair." A pretty girl said pulling my arm. She had dark brown hair, skin, and eyes. She was terribly thin. "Just stay away from Bruce. He's no good." She told me. "Thanks " she gave me five pound little weights. These people must think I'm weak. I found out the girls name is Ila. "It's a beautiful name." I told Ila. It really was.
Ila explained to me we had training for four hours, learning for 1 hour, dinner for 15 minutes, and this was a place where kids go and fight the royal people and the people that support them. This is where Orson is when he isn’t at school. It isn’t just fighting it is math and science used to create the most advanced weapons and such of all time. How did I get here? Then I remembered. The one I love, Orson, planned for them to kidnap me and force me to be here. It’s not his fault. He believed in me. He believed I could do it. He believed that I could do anything.
Bruce was throwing knives. Not just any knives, but flaming ones. One came at a red headed little girl another right at us. “Duck!” Ila screamed and we both got down on the floor. The knife landed two feet from Ila’s head and burned a hole in the wall. He walked over with knives and tried to stab Ila in the chest. She ran away so fast I couldn’t even see her. He shrugged and came with a knife towards me. Ila comes over in a second and knocks Bruce to the ground. Stabbing him with flaming knives. It tore and burned his clothes until he was half naked. He just lied there laughing like a maniac. He was stabbing a needle into his arm. “Too bad