The New Arrival.

chapter 1. Project E45.

As far as I'm concerned everyone's special. I mean, what's makes me different from everyone else? Well I can't answer that question because I have never met anyone outside of the laboratory. I have friends that are assistants, if you could call a 10 second conversation while poking a sharp needle through my skin friendly chatter, yes, I have plenty of friends. But there is one assistant who seems to treat me differently. Friendlier. Her names Clarissa Perkins. We have many long talks after lights out, about life outside the lab. About the sea, the real life sea, not the chlorine infested pool we have down here. We talk about many things involving water. I love the water. I guess that's what's special about me. I have read in many text books the average a person can hold there breath for is 30 seconds. I on the other hand can hold my breath for 2 hours. Approximately. I'm not bragging or anything! Not at all! I wish for anything to be a normal kid. Someone with a family like on Television. I have pictured up my own special family in my head. I even have a drawing of them. I would have a mother and father. They would both be adventurers and travel the world. Id have 2 brothers and a younger sister. The eldest called Max, then the youngest brother called Tom. My sister, Dalia. And then there's me. Project E45. I haven't thought of a name for me yet. I have always been called Project E45. I have always liked the name Saskia but I'm not quite sure that would work.

BLEEP! BLEEP! Wait what? BLEEP! BLEEP! Great. Time to get to work. I rise up from my bed, well it's a mattress but I have never had a proper bed. I gently rap my white robe around my soar bruised body and went over to the sink in the far corner of my cell. I gently, but thoroughly wash my face and hands, then sat on the chair beside me. I sit there thinking for a moment. What if I had the chance to get out of this place? But my thoughts was soon over when a man opened my locked cell door.

"Come on. Get moving"

The assistant grabs my arm rather tightly.

"Let go. I know the way" I snap at him quite sharply. But I was only repaid with a deathly glare from the assistant who I believed was called peter. I slipped away from his grip and walked towards the lab pool where I had my morning day swimming tests. I didn't mind this as much as the other test. This would probably be the best test in the whole lab. I don't really have to do anything. I just swim around the pool and see how long I can hold my breath for. After about an hour of being underwater I would surface and the assistants would check my blood pressure, temperature etc. The doctors would then take the results and study them while I swim for an extra 2 hours underwater. It wasn't exactly a torture session. I had them later on in the day.

As soon as I reached the lab pool I grabbed my swimming bag from the hook outside and went into the shower room. As I took my white robe off I carefully avoided all my scrapes and bruises. I took my swimming towel, swimming outfit and hairbrush out of my swimming bag and laid them out on the floor. I then carefully took of my nighty and placed it neatly beside my feet. Then I stopped. For the first time I have noticed my body. It has changed. Instead of my skinny ribs sticking out of my side, I had curves. I had hair down in between my legs and my chest has gotten bigger. I look at my arms and notice the scars covering them from where needles have stabbed me and a scalpel has sliced me. My legs were covered in bruises and my arms were so bony. I had extra long hair from my head to my hips. With wavy curls rippling as it went down. The colour of my hair was mousy brown and my eyes were bright green. Where did I inherit theses genes. Whom did I inherit these genes from?

"Hurry up in there will you" shouted an assistant along side three bangs on the door.

"Alright, alright I'm coming." I say as I struggle to squeeze into my swimming outfit. I quickly hurry out of the little shower room and shove my hair up with my elastic band. Once again the lab assistant, Peter, grabbed my arm and guided me toward the swimming pool.

"You know I do know where I'm going, I have lived here for 15 years!" But the assistant didn't pay any attention to me. In seconds I was forced to face the pool.

"Jump in" A doctor said. Or should I say THE doctor since all the other doctors seem to be afraid of her. But as always, I did as I was told. I held my breath as the water engulfed my body. I just let myself sink for a minute. I let my thoughts run wild. I didn't realise how long I had been under when I felt a hand drag me upwards. As I surfaced I didn't even take a breath I didn't need to. I had plenty of air left in me. "What do you think your playing at!" Shouted the doctor as she lifted a hand and slapped me across the face. My face cringed a bit, but it didn't really bother me.

"I was relaxing" I snapped back.

"No, you were deliberately trying to get me pissed off." Her eyes were roaring with anger. "Do that again and Ill make sure your punishment is worth it!". I rolled my eyes. Nothing could be worse than having to put up with her for the rest of my life. "Now give me 10 laps of the pool, and no slacking or I'll give you more than a slap next time" I ducked under the water and started swimming.

A/N Please review. I would like some criticism! And I hoped you enjoyed it.