Glow

Chapter 2

"Poke... Poke... Poke" is the first thing I hear as I start to regain consciousness, and it is coming from someone very small and young.

"Mel, stop it.  Five more minutes, then I'll make breakfast." I say as I try to push away the small body standing next to me.

"Mel?  Whose Mel?  My name is Roger." the little voice says, at this point I'm awake enough to now realize that the little voice belongs to a little boy.

I open my eyes to find, sure enough, a little boy a little older looking than Mel, staring right at me with is wide gray eyes.  His red hair is kind of sloppy looking, like he hasn't brushed it in a long time, and he has freckles that dance across his nose.  He smiles at me and reveals a toothy grin to along with chubby cheeks.  

"Poke... Poke..." he says again, only this time I notice that he is poking me in the arm pretty hard actually.

"Okay Roger, that's enough.  You've been poking her arm for two hours now.  I'm surprised her arm isn't aching all over." I hear a voice say.  Roger backs up and looks up, that's when I notice that I'm laying on the bottom bunk of a bunk- bed.

"But I'm bored." he says giving the voices owner a pout by jutting out his lower lip.

"Fine, then go find something use full to do like practice your powers." the voice says and Roger walks away, leaving me and the person on the top bunk.

I lay back down and try to see if I can get back to sleep, but it doesn't come.  My mind is racing with too many thoughts and questions.  Question one: Where am I?  Question two: Why am I here?  Question 3: What's going to happen to my family?  But before I can think another thought, a girl around my age pops her head down from her bunk and pretty much scares the living daylights out me.  Her black, short curls bouncing around her electric green eyes

"Hey, sorry I didn't mean to scare you," she says noticing my face that has fear written all over it, "Oh and sorry about Roger, but he hasn't seen a new face here in two months.  So he got excited and then bored after a while when you didn't wake up.  You know, you must have hid somewhere really well because they took forever to find you and they found the rest of us within three weeks. And..."

"I'm sorry, but who are you?" I ask, interrupting her.

"Oh, right, silly me.  You probably don't remember me.  Uhh, I'm Brenna.  We were friends when we were in the 05's together, I can bend really weirdly and easily." she says as she bends off the top bunk to the floor and wraps her arms around her stomach two times so it looks like she has a belt on.

"Yes I remember you, and I really didn't need to see that." I say looking away, I feel like I might gag to be honest.

"I understand that, it kinda grosses me out too." she says as she walks over to my bed and sits down next to me.

"Wait, you said we were friends in the 05's right?" I ask.

"Yeah." she responds, in a quick yet obvious way.

"Is that where I am?" I ask, silently praying that isn't the case.  Yet I have that feeling in the back of mind that's telling me I already know the answer.

"Yes.  Welcome back to prison." she says with a grave tone in her voice.

"Great.  What's going to happen to my family?" I say more to my self than to her.

"What's that?" Brenna asks.

"My family... what's going to happen to them?" 

"I don't know.  My mom and dad were pretty much in shock when the agents showed up at our door.  I don't think they were really expecting the agents to find me.  When they started to take me, my dad was livid.  I think he would've tried to rip out one of their throats if he got the chance."