Here's a story.

Army Girl 

I clutched my tray so tightly that my knuckles turned white, surveying the cafeteria in hopes of finding a seat. My black knee-high boots clacked against the linoleum floor as I walked towards an open seat. I set my tray on the table and was about to sit down when a boy slapped his hand down onto the chair.

"That seat's saved," he sneered.

"For who?" I asked, tryng not to sound annoying.

The boy looked at me like I was the dumbest person on Earth. "It's saved."

I picked up my tray and started to go, but the boy wasn't done with me yet. He grabbed my arm and said softly, dangerously, "When I say a seat's saved, it's saved. Got it?" I nodded fearfully and wrenched my arm away from his grip. All the boys sitting at the table laughed.

I turned away, my eyes stinging. My father would be so dissapointed with me, going down without a fight. By now, nearly all the seats were taken. I wove through the maze of tables, not noticing somebody's foot sticking in my path.

Falling. In slow motion, I watched my spaghetti splatter onto my camoflauge t-shirt. Water spilled all over me. A banana that wasn't mine was in my hair. My apple looked much less appetizing on the floor and covered in bruises. 

Hot tears stung my eyes. I tried to get up but my foot slipped on some spilled water and I fell down again. The cafeteria howled with laughter. I was the laughingstock of the school, I was certain. My face burned with shame.

I let out a quiet sob. I saw a girl walking toward me, not hearing the sneers and guffaws coming from her classmates. She smiled at me and held out her hand to help me up. "I'm Lisa," she said. "You can sit with me."

Just then, a seed unearthed itself from deep inside me and planted itself in my heart, quickly growing into a flower. As I took Lisa's hand, I remembered the name of that flower, as if from another lifetime.

Friendship. 

Luna.

My name is Luna.

Excitement.

I feel excitement.

The wind whistles in my ears, and it blows into my eyes, making them water. My mother. I see my mother for the first time in a long time.

Then there is a sharp pain in my side, and everything goes dark.

~~~

I wake up on a cold, hard floor. Metal bars are in front of me, and dull concrete makes up the remainder of the other walls. Peering at me from behind the bars is a human.

I had hoped I'd never see one again.

The human smiles. "Hello again, Wolf-2316." 

I growl. It's Dr. Zap. His real name is Dr. Anderson, so says his shiny name tag, but I call him Dr. Zap ecause he tasers me. Tasersing hurts. A lot.

"Why?" I ask. "Why did you strip me from my mother again?" But of course, Dr. Zap hears my question as a series of barks and growls. "Oh hush," he snaps unsympathetically. "You'll see you mother again." He pauses dramatically. I hate it when he does that. "When I'm done testing you." 

Ugh.

I hate his 'tests'. More like torture. 

to be continued... 

Story; Why Run, inspired by Daft Punk's "Harder Better Faster Stronger"

“Why run?” the sadistic voice whispers through the room. The genius. The warrior. The magician. The liar. The thief. All fighters against the voice that was now speaking to them.

The fighters were in a metal room, if the corrugated iron box they stood in could be called a room. Exits lead out, but to where?

“Ah, my pretty birds in the cage of steel. You know what I need. Give it to me.” The voice sounded again.

“Never.” The warrior glared at the walls, defiance his only agenda.

“Well then, pretty birds. The only thing that scares birds are those who take a likeness to them.” The drawling, elaborate voice of the captor wafted down to the captives as they cowered in the corner.

I was such a jerk on this thread. I am sorry.