Chapter 2- Ruby

Well, about time, my sister has talked long enough, agreed?  Well, now on to me.  Today is going to be the best day of school ever.  It’s the last day of classes before we get to open the pool, beach, arcade, ropes course, and other fun places.  We have a shopping center where if you get honor roll, you get a $300 shopping spree for every quarter you maintain it.  If you get a GPA of 4.0 or above, you get an extra $700.  4.0 is easy for GT kids.  But, I get tutoring from my sister, so I retain a 4.0 average to keep up break styles.  We get breaks whenever we want, but we must be attending class at the required time.  From 8 am to 12 pm.  After that are sports, arts, drama, dance, hockey/skating, basketball, and other typical activities.  I always stay for something.  I mean, they treat us like royalty.  Probably because this place is on an island in Indonesia that is supposedly “unexplored”.  We have our own wind farm and solar grid to generate electricity. The government left a top-rate free handyman for it. When parents pay the government to get rid of their kids, they are sent a popup that says, ”If you don’t want your kids click here!” So they click and are taken to a confidential site that says, “In order to put your kids up for adoption, pay $100,000 per child and never see them again! They will be moved out of the country to a place far away where you won’t have to worry!” Sure, the fee was slightly expensive, but if our parents didn’t have to care for us $200,000 in the long run is nothing (especially considering my parents were filthy rich). So they gave us away we came here, and we’re happier than ever. It was cruel but our life is better.
 
       Well, I’ve arrived at my class early because I’m DJ for the party. I get out my MiPad and plug it in. I’ve arranged an extremely awesome playlist that I spent 4 hours on. It includes the most popular songs in recent times. I know this party is going to be awesome!
 
       Slowly, kids trickled in with their donations to the party. Some brought drinks, others food, a few cheesy games, and a piñata. One kid brought a whole professional DJ booth for my use!
 
       The booth was impressive. Outlets, headphones, record scratchers, mics, giant speakers 6ft tall, and a light up dance floor! Inside was even better. Volume sliders and mixers, light controls and other advanced technologies.  Oh! What I would give to keep this!  Then HE arrives.  The inspector. 
 
    The “inspector” (as Miss Smith calls him) is a tall, dark man with ink black hair.  He was wearing dark, reflective shades so that you couldn’t see his eyes.  His fancy suit was also ink black along with his polished shoes.  He seems mysterious, and I don’t like it.  He whispers in Miss Smith’s ear, and she just says ok.  He had a clipboard and was taking notes.  Miss Smith just told us to get back to our party. So I pumped up the music and got it going.  One hour later, I took a break.  Everyone was hitting the piñata now.  I went back to the station to run a few tests.  When I tested, a few of the sound tests failed.   I peeked in, and fixed everything.  I ran another test, and this time it was fine.  My friends and I talked for a few minutes, when CRACK!!  The piñata broke open.  We leapt forward and grabbed a lot of candy, and then ran away.  I popped a chocolate in my mouth and swallowed.  It was delicious. 
 
     Then, when it hit my stomach, something weird happened.  I felt really drowsy and collapsed.  But the strangest part was that I didn’t fully lose consciousness.  My eyes closed though, giving me the appearance of unconsciousness.  My friends immediately called Miss Smith over.  The “inspector” came through too.  He said,
 
“She’s fainted.”
 
“Well, I can see that!” exclaimed Miss Smith.
 
“ I could take her to the nurse,” suggested the “inspector”.
 
“But you’re taking notes!”
 
“I’ve got all I need.”
 
“Well, ok.”
 
“Where is the nurse’s office?” asked the “inspector”.
 
“Down the hall, take a left, then another left, then it’s the last door on the right.”
 
“Thanks.”
 
     I tried to protest, because something was up with this guy.  But all that came out was, “blecccch, uuuuugggg”.
 
     “Sh-sh-she’s stirring!” exclaimed the surprised “inspector”.  That’s when I took the hint that he had drugged my candy.  When he reached over to pick me up to take me to “the nurse’s office”, his sleeve released a sickly sweet gas that I recognized as chloroform, further proving my suspicion.  I knew now that the “inspector” was kidnapping me!  Then, it all went black.