I looked back and saw the school I thought certainly had confined me, unmoving and desolate. Officer 4862 was nowhere in sight, nor any other gawking eyes. I had escaped, safely and boldly. I looked back at the prison of high school - the people inside were sheep and fools. I was not one of them. I was : The escapee.
Panting with difficult breath, I couldn't help but laugh. The of just an hour ago would never have done such a thing. The of an hour ago might have reported somebody who had. But the new was completely different. This was the making of K.
"Nicely done, new girl." I whipped my head to the other side and saw Trish stamping out a cigarette. She had a slight smile that I took as pride. "Trish!" I beamed.
"No time." She stopped me. "It's not safe here. Get in the car. Now."
I hopped in the passenger's seat. Trish piled in next to me. I heard the engine roar, and we off to better places.
"So, how did you get out?" I asked her.
"Nuh uh. That's not how this whole thing works." Her voice was short. "Let me explain this to you now: You're not a K yet, and you don't get to ask us questions. You answer our questions. You follow our instructions. Got that?"
"Got it." I swallowed.
"Secondly, and you need to listen to me here, NOBODY gets to know about this, and I'm talking about other K's. This whole idea of me taking you out before your initiation, this is totally against the rules."
"Okay..." I had already forgot the first thing she told me. "So why are you doing this?"
"It's just fair. I mean, I remember when Kayla did this for me, it was so important. Really, I just don't know what.... wait a minute, what the fuck did I just tell you!? No questions."
"Oh, shit, right. Sorry." |