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Why I Bite My LipThe blood that dripped from my neck was freezing. Goosebumps enveloped by body as Officer Juno marched up to me. Everybody around me turned and gasped when they saw what was happening.
"In all my years of being in charge of you little freaks," she started evilly, "I've never had one quite like you, number six-oh-seven. I hate it."
I gulped, which dug the knife deeper into my throat. My blood got colder.
Officer Juno brought her face two inches from mine, and her breath carried the stench of alcohol.
"Don't ever do that again, little freak. Because I've got my eye on you," she whispered.
Then the yells returned, right in my face.
"As I was saying before, you're working in weapons today, and you are to behave or I will hunt you down." Then she turned and went to the front of the corridor. She stomped three times, which signaled us to get into marching position, and we were finally off.
I couldn't help but trace with my fingers the thread of blood on my neck.
Scenes were passing by my eyes, and my eyes were collecting all of the images, but none were being interpreted. The only thing that signaled me that we were finally at the factory was the hot, humid air that hit my face as soon as we passed the broken threshold.
Churning was my stomach. I felt sick and bloated, and the sticky atmosphere of the room didn’t help at all. Dull, gray, robotic machines all around me made automatic clicking and slicing sounds as each sword was delivered out of the machine and into a huge black bin.
Then, my stomach decided that it couldn’t stand the stirring any longer, so it overflowed.
All over Officer Juno’s black combat boots.