Jordan Harris & the 7----2

***********Author Note- Sorry about last time. I had a little trouble posting. Oops! Oh yes! and this one i was more careful on spelling but didn't divide into paragraphs cause I'm writing as I'm posting it.

Jordan was scared. She was in a very strange place and was being carried off by these very strange men. The men though didn't really interest her as much as finding out about her past. They resembled police officers so Jordan assumed they would have some record of missing children or kidnappings, ect. They were the most likely people to help her find her way home and out of here. The held her like a rag doll, carelessly gripping her, unattentive to the fact that her head was hitting the sidewalk everytime they slipped out of unison (which was only 3 times during the long walk). When they finally did stop it was in fornt of another plain, grey building. The sign over the door read "Number Power Division". They dropped Jordan's legs and walked her in. They inside of the building was quite different from anything Jordan had every seen. Right after you walked in you came to doors. Just a long hall of doors, all the same with numbers on them. The men began walking down the hall, the seemed to know exactly where they were going, not at all confused by the maze like hallway. 'Will this every end?!?' Jordan thought to herself. She had been walking for quite awhile and it was getting very boring but, they did eventually stop in front of a door that read "9286". 'What's with all the numbers?!?! These people are like number happy!' Jordan thought to herself. The men opened the door and shoved Jordan in. Jordan looked around the room to find it was but a closet with a plain wooden desk. No decoration covered the (yes again) grey walls and on the desk there were no pictures of loved ones only stacks of paper and a boxy computer. The man behaind the desk was bald on the top of his head and wearing a dress shirt, a black tie, and Jordan assumed he was also wearing grey pants. He turned from his paper work to stare a Jordan through is thick square glasses.

"Why did you claim to have no number?" the man said in a dull tone.

"Because I have no number or at least I can't remember it." Jordan said politely.

"Why do you not know your number?"

"I don't know I can't remember anything."

"Fill out form 958g and I will find your old number or get you a new one. Sit there and fill it out with this number 2 pencil."

Thank You, sir." Jordan added to make sure they would take care of her. She knew she couldn't make it on her own and if her parents were dead or something she wouls most likelybe in their care.

Jordan took the form and pencil the man was holding out o her and sat in the chair he had pointed to. The form was 3 pages long and full of stupid questions like "what are you wearing and where is it from?" Jordan was wearing clothes that looked out of place but, what did that have to do with anything? She had on a bright purple sweater over a bright yellow tank top plus she was wearing sparkling blue jeans and leather sandals. Jordan spent the next hour answering the stupid questions of the form. The man entered the info into the computer and said "I have found no records of your registration. You will have to be registered so you can become part of the system." He pushed her out of his door and into the next office.