Black hair swished around the corner. A young girl ran quickly, her long black hair trailing behind her. She dashed into a room on the left, closing the door quickly behind her. A young boy ran by, a trail of papers fluttering into the hall. He stopped suddenly, his short, sandy-blonde hair falling in front of his deep sea-green eyes. As the boy looked around, the girl peered out through the window, her blue eyes shining in the light. The boy stopped looking around suddenly, feeling a pair of eyes staring at him. As he was about to open the door, the girl dashed out, slamming him into the wall. She dashed down the hall, as the boy slowly climbed back to his feet and gave chase. The girl dashed into a big open room, hiding behind a rather large appliance. She glanced around it as the boy dashed into the room, sliding to a halt. He peered around quickly, and then spotting the faint glimmer of her blue eyes, he dashed to the appliance and tackled her to the ground. They rolled about the ground, his hands tangled in her hair, her arms wrapped tightly about his muscular abdomen. They giggled loudly as the lights were flicked on and eight large, muscular men walked into the room. They moved quickly, pulling the boy from the girl, holding him slightly above the ground. Three men held the girl, quickly placing a blindfold over her eyes. “Put me down,” the boy yelled as he was held firmly between two of the stronger men, one man at on each arm. He kicked his feet violently as he yelled, “Put me down!” nearly bagging the man standing behind him. A tall man pulled out a small pack, his red hair falling in front of his brown eyes. He opened the pack quickly; revealing a stash of needles and a bottle containing an eerie, murky, gray liquid. The boy froze, limp in their arms. “Night,” the redhead said, sticking the needle in the cap of the bottle, filling the needle with 3 cc of the liquid. “Sleep tight, Dom.” He handed the pack to another man, and made his way over to the boy. “No,” Dom said as the guy on his left pulled his sleeve up, exposing his scrawny but muscular arm. He saw them fill another needle, plunging it in the girls arm. “Please,” he pleaded, but they would listen and stuck the needle into his arm. He felt the liquid course through his arm, racing towards his brain. His head drooped slightly as they placed the girl over the redhead’s shoulder. As he fell into a deep sleep, they tossed him over the redhead’s other shoulder. Six men returned to their posts as the redhead took the teenagers to their beds. She was woken up the next morning by her friend as she pushed her gently in the shoulder. She looked at her friend sleepily; her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her green eyes full of worry. “What were you doing, Ebony?” her friend asked. “Nothing, don’t worry,” Ebony replied, brushing it off. “Don’t tell me not to worry about you, Ebony,” she snarled angrily. “Leika, I’m sorry. Dom and I were just playing around,” she replied climbing out of bed quickly. She gave her friend a hug and replied, “I’m sorry.” Pushing away, Leika looked at the clock mounted on the white stonewall. “Class,” she said simply and began to dress. Ebony turned from her, starting to dress, but something else was on her mind. “Kelvin is equal to *C + 273.15 …” an old man continued, standing in front of a blackboard, scribbling down notes for his class. Ebony looked up from her notes as the teacher continued. She glanced to Leika on her right. She was sitting beside a young boy with brown hair. Turning back to her left, her eyes fell on Dom. He had his fingers entwined in hers, glancing at her out of the corner of his sea-green eyes. He leaned to her, kissing her lightly on the cheek. “Are you all right?” he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes, nodding.