"She's the leader of unit forty-three"

"I thought she was second head?"

"No, she's definitely the leader"

Voices all around me muffle together as I peel my eyes open. It's like I'm in a interrogation room for the FBI or something. I'm handcuffed to a table, my legs are cuffed to the chair I rest in, the chair being bolted to the floor.

"Where am I?" I demand to the boy sitting in front of me. The boy has bright blue eyes and a light brown fringe that sweeps over his face.

"Whoa, chill. Trust me, I was the same way when I first got here, it doesn't do any good." The boy -who looks to be 17- speaks with a thick British accent.

I nod carefully, examining him and the other boy whom sits just next to him. "Uhm... Who are you?" I whisper weakly.

He smiles at this. "Finally a question I can answer!" He chirps. "I'm Louis, and this is Harry." He points at the curly haired kid. "Now that we have that stated, I have some things to tell you," he pauses, glancing to Harry, who nods. "firstly, you're the leader for unit forty three, you'll be in charge of getting them to all the meals, toilet breaks, showers, and sometimes the tests.. Does this make sense?" He spits out in a big blur. The only problem is, his accent is so thick, that I had to ask him to repeat himself more slowly.

"No, it doesn't make sense! What am I to be making sure gets to where it needs to be?" I huff.

Louis rolls his blue eyes at me. "The people in your unit duh!"

"Like.. Chase? Savannah? Alex? Wait- what about Carson?! Is he in my group too?" I shoot.

"Slow down, there's ten people yourself included, in each unit. The units are split into barracks, two of them. One for the younger, and one for the older. There's a head cheese for each barrack, but you're the overall boss. Kay?" He sassily states.

"Uh huh.." I pause. "Do I have a boss?"

He laughs over dramatically. "Did you forget where we are? We're science experiments, they're our boss. But if you mean inside of here, then yes, Harry and I are your bosses. We're here to help you with anything we can!" He states proudly.

"I'm closest to your barrack, so I'll show you which house I'm in, that way if you need anything you know where to find me." Harry drags out in his slow, deep, British voice.

I nod. "Wait" I think back for a moment. "Did you say.. house?"

***

Harry quietly leads me to my barrack, so said at least. Harry seems like the more calm out of him and Louis.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" He responds.

"How old are you?"

He stops immediately, turning to face me. "You shouldn't task people that around here love." He calmly responds.

"But why not?" I press.

He groans. "Look, I'm sixteen. But don't go around asking people questions like that. You're new here. Give people time to get used to you. Some of them have been here for as long as they can remember sweet cheeks." His nicknames drive me nuts. At least he gives nice advice though.

"Okay... Thanks" I reply, just in time for us to stop at a door that says 'UNIT FORTY THREE'

"Well, this' your stop, I'm just across the hall over there in thirty three. If you need anything just let me know. There's going to be some papers on the table, they're for you." He bites his lip. "It's like a apartment, first story is for the girls, the second is for boys. Girls share rooms, so do boys. You share with the boy leader of your group, umm..  He winks.

"Thanks! See you..." I trail off, not know when the next time will be.

"Dinner, at 6:30." He finishes.

Smiling, I open the door, finding a great looking apartment. The floors are concrete, there's a small kitchen that consists of a tiny fridge and sink, way better than what we had previously. There's a gigantic table with five chairs on each side, and a door that's half open that I can only assume leads to either a bedroom or bathroom. I gently urge the door open, revealing a room with two sets of bunk beds built right into the wall, the room itself only being about fifty square feet.

Humming in approval, I step back into the main area where the table is, wondering how they manage to give each unit a place like this.

The papers lay on the table, just like Harry said they would be waiting for me. There's about twenty pieces. Great.

I open the first little folder, revealing a picture of me and all my info. Where I live, my age, birthday, etc. I skim through it, deciding that I already know everything that's on there, and moving on to the next sheet.

The next paper is Chase's. Quite interesting reading through other people's lives really. I was just about to turn the page when my heart stopped on the last few words.

'Suicide attempt at age seven'

Who would want to do that at such a young age? I make a mental note to talk to him later to see if he remembers it, and continue scrolling through everything. There's five new people with us. Three new girls and two boys. Chase is the boy leader of our unit, also known as second in command.

Well, this should be fun.

One of the girls name is Zoe, she's quite pretty, all of them are. Another girl is Ashley, then Emma.

Emma's the oldest and Ashley is the youngest, for the girls at least.

Then for the two boys, there's James and Liam. Both adorable kids.

I'm removed from my thoughts by a know at the door. Wow, people knock here!

I slowly open it, cautious of who's behind it. The boy that stands there gives me a bright smile.

"Hey, I'm Toby. Heard you were the newbie. I'm in unit forty so I know how shocked you feel right now. Im assuming you're the leader, yeah?" I nod. "Sweet! I'm the leader of my unit too."

I study him creepily for a moment, taking in his slightly odd -but cute- accent, his light hair, sandals, and his eyes.

"Why are you wearing sandals?" I question.

Frowning, he answers. "I like them!" He pouts.

I raise my hands in defense.

"Okay, whatever. I need to go. Your unit should be here soon. Have fun with that." He rolls his eyes, the walks away with a wave.

Oh, maybe this place isn't so bad.
Especially with him being here.