Flip, Erin Gilgenbach [read me a book txt] 📗

it would be impossible. Not like I want to find this place in a thousand years. Another thing about this place is that everyone looks like there about to straggle any one that gets in there way or annoys them. And no one ever smiles. There like the living dead, but worse, theses people would kill you in a second if they thought you would betray them in any way.
Slowly I walked up to the forlorn base so that I could get my cut examined. Al opened the door for me and the nurse had me fill out a form and said that the doctor would out in a minuet. Even though it’s an FBI base the doctor still makes you wait. That’s the only normal thing around here. I wish I were home cooking dinner and cleaning the house. I wonder if dad’s home, I wonder if he noticed that I’m gone? I hate all the lies and hiding, I want to go to school and have friends. Why do they do theses things happen to me? At lest I’m done with school and got a collage picked out. At 15 that’s pretty good if you ask me. At lest the teacher and the principle were on my side when I went to school, it’s nice to know that the people around you are on you’re side. They would tell the class that I on a trip with my dad. But we can barely go on a car ride to the store and say more then three words put together. I just wish that there was a better way to have learned my school work. Since I was getting pulled out class to ‘go on a trip with my dad’ I have to learn my lessons on the go all the time. One time I learned math as I was jumping out of an airplane, I’ve got to say that was fun in a freaky way. I looked at Al who was sitting next to me and reading a magazine about making dolls out of vegetables. Who reads that stuff anyway?
“Al?”
“Hum?”
“Why does the FBI want me?”
“Because no one suspects a kid to be in the FBI and you have great talent and your super smart.”
“But why aren’t there other kids?” “Because you’re special and that’s the end of it Harper. I didn’t need this right now.”
“Oh and I’m just guessing here but I don’t think that you really NEED to know how to make dolls out of vegetables! Is there something that you’re not telling me or is it something that the FBI’s not telling me.”
He was about to answer when a young doctor with red hair and big gasses came in the door and to tell the truth he smelled like old turnips.
“My name is Dr. Pinkwater. How are we doing today?” “What do you think?”
I snapped back, he must be an idiot or his gasses don’t work.
“Hello there’s a big cut on my side, which is bleeding as we speak!”
“Oh I see, how long has it been bleeding?”
His voice makes me think of a cat that’s having its tail steeped on.
“I think a day and a night, but I’m not sure.”
“Goodness me we better put an IV in you and some blood. What is you’re blood type?”
Why are the lights dancing, wow do I feel dizzy.
“I….I can’t remember. Al where are you?”
“Can’t you see me? Harper, Harper?”

3

I woke to the slow movement of a car and to the smell of lickerish and dust. My head was throbbing and I didn’t know where I was. Then it hit me, the men, the car, Harper. I sat bolt upright and looked around. I was in a car, the back seat was empty and there was a metal gird that separated the front form the back. One of the men laughed and give his friend a small punch on the arm.
“Hay look sleeping beauty is awake. Thought that you would pull a fast one on us, ha kid.”
He laughed again and to me it sounded like nails on a blackboard. I winced and put a hand to my hand.
“Charlie stop that before ya kill the boy.”
It was the other man who like his friend was wearing dark glasses that covered most of his face. Charlie hit the other man on the head and whispered to him.
“Don’t tell him our names for all we know he’s a dangerous criminal.”
“Relax Charlie he’s just a kid.”
Then he turned to me and in a louder voice said.
“So kid why they after you? Hack into there computers or some thing, How old are you anyway, ten?”
This man seemed nicer then the other and his accent sounded like he was form Brookline. But I wasn’t sure if I should trust a guy that just kidnapped me.
“My friend is in trouble and THEY want to talk to me. And I’m sixteen”
“It’s never good when they ‘want to talk to you’. I bet that there going to make you quite.”
This was Charlie talking and I’m beginning to not like him. “What do you mean make me quite?”
“You know.”
He put a finger to his throat and drew a strait line on it making a choking noise. The unnamed man hit him as best he could while driving.
“Stop that you big buffoon, you’re scaring the kid. Don’t listen to him kid. My names Jake, what’s yours kid.”
I decided that if they trust me with there names then I guess that I could thrust them with mine. I sighed and rubbed my head.
“Luke, my names Luke.”


* * *


I tried to keep up as Al walked steadily in front of me. We were headed down a loooooooooooooooooooong hallway to The Office. It’s one of those places that you try to stay away from at all costs. I had already tried to get away from it a dozen times and now Al had had enough of it. He had been in a very sour mood of late and I wondered why. It’s not like him to be so gloomy. Was it that one part of him that I didn’t know the real life part. It seems that lately he’s been having a lot of mood swings. Maybe I should go easier on him. What am I talking about he’s fine, probably not enough sleep. That’s all it is I should buy him an energy drink. But he wouldn’t drink it; I wonder why he doesn’t drink them. Boy is he missing out or what.
I was so busy thinking that I bumped into Al. He had stopped walking; we were in front of the Office.
I took a deep breath, its one thing to tell Al that I burned that paper but it’s another to tell the Boss. Shivers ran up and down my body, I tapped Al.
“Can you go in first and see if he’s in a good mood?”
You know I wonder how someone working for the good of man can be so awful.
“No, this is as far as I go, I’m sorry kid.”
He gave me a hug, being careful not to touch my side and then opened the door and pushed me in.
There was an older lady sitting at a chair behind a desk. She looked up at me then back down at the paper she was holding.
“Name please.”
“Harper Elizabeth Marie Armstrong.”
“Thank you.” She pushed a button on her desk, a buzzer sounded and a door opened.
“Room three please.” She said and pointed her pencil in the direction of the open door. I dragged myself into the room. There wasn’t much in the room but a stool, and a small table with a chair behind it and a lamp that pointed at the stool. I looked around for cameras; there was one in the far corner. I went and sat in a ball under it so that it wouldn’t see me. I hate this room.


* * *


They had pushed me into a room with only a few peaces of furniture if that’s what you want to call it. The dark was almost unbearable and it smelled kind of funny, kind of like wet shoes in the sun. I sat in the chair behind the table; it seemed the safest place to be.
Now what do I just sit here forever? I guess that this isn’t a game, Harper what did you do? Why did you have to send that text to me? Of all the people, why not Riley she’s your best friend right, but so am I, so I guess that doesn’t make a difference. At lest this means that you trust me, that’s one good thing. I wish that you would have said something more then ‘they call me Silas Lance’ that would have helped. You could have told me that one of them smells like lickerish. But you might not have known that. Of all the things that you’ve done to me I have to say that this tops the ‘This Sucks The Most List’. I wish I could just talk to you, why are you so hard to talk to? I can talk to anyone about almost anything but for some reason I can’t talk to you. Why is that? Maybe I should just get my head examined. Or maybe it’s something more.
The door sung open and an older man that was rather fit steeped inside the room. He had a mustache and a few small hairs sat sadly on his head. It looked like he had tried to comb them so that they covered his bold spot. But it looked silly and childish. He had a very square face and eyes that seemed to see right through you. And those eyes were fixed on me.
I had been leaning back on the chair and his sudden burst into the room made me jump and the chair fall out from under me. The man walked over in what seemed one steep. He hit me with his cane
“Get up you fool. Do you think that I came in here to enjoy the décor?”