Chapter 5 'TESTS, TESTS, AND MORE TESTS'

Chapter 5 'TESTS, TESTS, AND MORE TESTS'

CHAPTER 5
‘Tests, Test, and more TESTS’


The day after hearing about the plane accident, Mr. Kimball and I were at the Golden Coral eating dinner-condolences of Mr. Kimball. Of course my two guard friends where at the table behind me for ‘safety precautions‘. His fork half way to his mouth, Mr. Kimball stopped eating as he realized I was playing with my food and staring aimlessly out the window at the gloomy weather. He put his fork down and placed his hand on my arm making me gasp at the icy feel of his cold fingers. I immediately turned my eyes down to my plate to avoid his questioning look.
“Alex, what’s wrong?” he asked kindly.
“what happens next?” I said quietly.
“what?”.
“what happens next? To me?”
“what do you mean?”
“my moms gone and now so is my dad and brother. I have nowhere to go. My grandparents died and I don’t know any other relatives. So, what happens to me?”
“well, we’ll take a few more tests and see what happens from there.” seeing the discussed look in my face, “hey, you never know; in your blood might be the cure for some disease or virus or maybe even the cure for cancer”
“but how many more tests?” I complained.
“we’ll see” is all he answered, which wasn’t the answer o was looking for. I stood up and walked quickly out of the Golden Coral leaving Mr. Kimball, with the two guards rushing after me.
I slowed my pace to show the guards that I wasn’t going to try and runaway from them. when I spotted the black car I pointed to it showing the guards where I was going. Seeing me without Mr. Kimball, the driver who was reading a old newspaper spilled his coffee on his lap obviously frightened of me-I wonder why. When the guards came in and sat on either side of me the driver relaxed a bit. “miss Garner, you can go running away from us like that. Its important that you listen to the rules-” one of the guards lectured me. “sorry, but I wasn’t running away, I was just frustrated” I cut in his speech. He just shook his head and turned his eyes away from mine. “to my hotel please” I said to the driver. He looked to the guard, “what about Mr. Kimball?” he asked. “he said you could come pick him up later” answered the guard. “alrighty’ then” the guard replied and started the car.
Back at he the hotel, I was sitting on the bed trying to unscramble my thoughts. What am I going to do? I cried over and over again in my head. I was sick of taking test after test and having needles prickling into my skin. ‘Runaway…escape’ those where the only answers my mind kept coming down to. But how?
I grabbed my bag and crammed as many clothes in it as I could, then I grabbed my wallet with about a hundred and twenty dollars still left from the two-hundred Mr. Kimball gave me, and put it in my bag as well as some matches I found. Now all I needed was an escape plan.