{"id":811,"date":"2016-03-14T12:11:56","date_gmt":"2016-03-14T12:11:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/?p=811"},"modified":"2016-03-14T12:11:56","modified_gmt":"2016-03-14T12:11:56","slug":"timeless-chapter-7-by-sritha-vemuri","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.waylandmiddleschool.org\/orange_black\/timeless-chapter-7-by-sritha-vemuri\/","title":{"rendered":"Timeless Chapter 7 by Sritha Vemuri"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The next morning I wake up to the silence of my placid white cell. Linc isn\u2019t there by my side, instead replacing him is a compression of a fresh body is imprinted on the sunk mattress. The mattress was made for one but we made it work. I groan. Why wasn\u2019t Linc here? I let out a small sigh as I get out of the bed. I can still recall the night before. He was curious.I change into my washed clothes by the side of my bed. Once I am done changing I notice that there is a little note left by my side. I unfold it carefully letting the smooth paper lay there against my skin. The note reads in a neat print:<\/p>\n

Dear Bree,<\/span><\/p>\n

I had to leave early since if the guards and the bosses caught me then I would never be able to free you and your sister. It is my mission. See you next time my love.<\/span><\/p>\n

Yours Truly,<\/span><\/p>\n

Linc<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart turns. What a gentleman.<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

The next time I see Linc is when I am taken out again to be shown something. They said I would love it. I roll my eyes at him and entwine my fingers in his slyly in between ourselves. He pulls me a bit closer but his expression is still like he means as he wants to make sure I don\u2019t attack anyone. <\/span><\/p>\n

As we near the destination they are taking us I notice that we were nearing where Camilla was taken by the Grongula. Camilla was in the new and improved blue Grongula\u2019s hands and was screaming a muffled scream.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhat are you doing to her!\u201d I yell. Then I see her. I see her now. The woman I met first. Cathy. The real boss.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s start with the main focus.\u201d Cathy pulls out a white slip of paper, torn. \u201cWho is Linc?\u201d I am shocked. I forgot to destroy the letter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI won\u2019t ask you again little Bree. Who. Is. Linc?\u201d her voice is like ice and it makes my skin chill.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo one important.\u201d she laughs at my comment. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you sure about that. We surely don\u2019t care about him. But we\u2019ll make you a deal. Hand in Linc and Camilla will live.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy should I trust <\/span>you<\/span><\/i>?\u201d I ask.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBecause sweetie it\u2019s the only option you have.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhy would you kill her? I mean that would make me have no purpose to live. That would be a reason to tick me off and kick the bucket. You scientists are ruining your chance to kill the humans by killing her.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt won\u2019t matter if you\u2019re gone.\u201d she says. \u201cYour husband might be special as well.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou have to find him first.\u201d she rolls her eyes and laughs diabolically. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe already have.\u201d a group of guards behind her drags a man. A man with shaggy black hair that covers his left eye and a leather jacket with shiny pale skin.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYour husband. The <\/span>real \u00a0<\/span><\/i>Linc.\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

My mind is spinning. I should\u2019ve known that Linc was a fraud. I stand in front of Cathy, who smirks delightfully. <\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThe\u2026 The\u2026 The Linc Travis who wrote that note is right over-\u201d my words are cut off by Camilla who has sunk the knife into her very own precious skin. She is screaming at me not to tell.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFoolish girl!\u201d Cathy shouts. \u201cFoolish Grongula! Why did you let her do that!?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWe can still save her if you tell us where he is.\u201d Cathy continues, turning back to me.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s-\u201d a stone hard vase smashes on my head and I fall into his arms. Linc\u2019s arms.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s over there!\u201d Linc yells at the man who is scampering away. He winks at me in the process.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI hate you.\u201d I whisper.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIf it\u2019s opposite day, I hate you too.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

UGH! \u00a0<\/span><\/i>I think as I crumple up another note. A fresh note signed by that annoying slob. It reads,<\/span><\/p>\n

Dear Bree,<\/span><\/p>\n

Please when you are done reading this destroy it. For my sake and you\u2019re sister\u2019s sake. She seems to love me. I mean how could she not. My beloved cheekbones are marveled worldwide.<\/span><\/p>\n

Until next time my live,<\/span><\/p>\n

Linc<\/span><\/p>\n

Why, that arrogant fool! I uncurl another note. This one is left in my drawer which was empty before.<\/span><\/p>\n

The note reads,<\/span><\/p>\n

Dear <\/span>my <\/span><\/i>Bree,<\/span><\/p>\n

My beloved, beloved Bree. Stop trying to ignore these notes.<\/span><\/p>\n

I pause at this. He can see me? How can he? I continue the note as I skim below.<\/span><\/p>\n

I understand that you are in shock from yesterday but don\u2019t you understand. Earlier you were all butterflies and cake and now you are upset. I don\u2019t understand\u2026 I saved your sister\u2019s life! Why don\u2019t you repay me with your presence and love?<\/span><\/p>\n

Linc<\/span><\/p>\n

I twirl around the room and look around. How could he know that I was ignoring these notes? I continue down the room when a thought finally hits me. <\/span><\/p>\n

The ceiling! <\/span><\/i>\u00a0I think as I look up. There in the left end corner of my ceiling is a little camera watching me. Luckily the room\u2019s length wasn\u2019t so tall. I had enough height to reach the camera. I shook it off and broke it. I screamed at the camera, \u201cGo to Hell Linc!\u201d and smashed the camera under my foot. <\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat annoying jerk! Why did he even care? I was a nobody and then he comes and makes me feel special!\u201d I say to Camilla who is resting in the hospital bed beside me, her eyes open and her brow is furrowed. The boss boss, Cathy, let me talk to her until 6:00 pm and luckily it\u2019s only 5:00. I have an hour left.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust give him some time, Bree.\u201d Camilla breathes. \u201cWhat did he do that was so bad any way?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I shake my head. \u201cYou don\u2019t understand.\u201d I chuckle. \u201cHe leaves me notes and he even left a camera in my room! Not to mention he is full of himself! It\u2019s unbelievable how people can be that way!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTotally.\u201d Camilla says, rolling her eyes. \u201cTrust me Bree, I think he got the message when you screamed, \u2018Go to Hell\u2019 at him through a camera.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt won\u2019t end Camilla.\u201d I sigh. \u201cIt never does. I can see his hunger. For something more.\u201d I get up.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll let you rest Camilla.\u201d I say turning around, ready to walk away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBree,\u201d I hear Camilla say. I don\u2019t turn around. \u201cYou were never a nobody. And you are never al0ne.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

I hear a knock on my cell door as I write in my journal. A small gift from Cathy so I could write down anything I was feeling or draw a picture. Right now I am drawing Linc. He is a tall boy with shaggy, dirty blonde hair that covers up his left eye. He wears pads of armor and has amber eyes. I draw myself leaning on his shoulder, my blue eyes are glowing. I have no colored pencils but I can imagine all these colors as they come to life. I smile at the picture as I put it through the black slit of the machine set by my side. A shredder.<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

I open my cell door. This was not visiting hour so it would probably be Cathy.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHi.\u201d a voice says, crisp and smooth. It\u2019s Linc.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cGo. To. He-\u201d I get interrupted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYeah I heard that crap about me going to Hell, but Bree I need you. I don\u2019t care what people think.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

I slam the cell door.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t care either.\u201d I whisper facing my wall, back against my shut door. \u201cIt\u2019s just gone too far.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

***<\/span><\/p>\n

How do you say no to someone that you love so much, Bree?<\/span><\/p>\n

Linc\u2019s new note says.<\/span><\/p>\n

You don\u2019t. <\/span><\/p>\n

I roll my eyes. I don\u2019t love him.<\/span><\/p>\n

When you were about to risk it all for your sister. When you shoved me in the chest when the Grongula took her away\u2026 That was true love. and I think we have that.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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