[center][h2][color=f7976a]Tre Armstrong[/color][/h2]
[sub][i]"We are not your kind of people."[/i]-[b]Himself[/b][/sub][/center]
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Tre awoke raising his head from his curled up position and looked around the gym room he was in. He spotted many other kids all probably feeling what he felt, but he was lying he didn't know how anyone felt but himself. A lot of the kids were in handcuffs whether that was good or bad Tre couldn't figure out. He only knew to stay quiet and obey what he is told.

While other kids moved around trying to shake off the feeling of the cold hard gym floor Tre remained curled up eyeing everyone. Eventually a PSF forced him up and got him in the bus. Tre once seated yet again curled up waiting for the inevitable arrival at the new facility. No one talked only sounds of whimpering filled the air, and Tre was one of them.

The line inside the facility seemed endless and Tre's legs were starting to hurt from all the standing. It was about this time that the lightning and fire started, and Tre was just there caught in the middle not sure whether or not to run or curl up and wait for it to be over. But the luxury of choosing was gone for Tre heard a sharp ringing in his ears which caused him to fall to his knees. The pain was too intense for him he threw up because of it and thankfully the sound stopped at some point.

Tre was ripped off his knees by a PSF who pushed him into a room for his evaluation. He got up on the table and he was gonna get scanned. Fear crawled all over him, would they find out the truth? During the scanning electricity came out of the machine and Tre was told to get away from it. He was asked his name [color=f7976a]"Tre Armstrong."[/color] he said nervously, and after he was given gloves and was marked with an X on his back. 

He put the gloves on not wanting to get into trouble. It didn't take long before he was moved again, but this time it was with more kids particularly boys. They were brought to the cabins and placed in one. While a some boys spoke up Tre did his best to sit as far away from the majority of them. He just once again curled up and sat by himself, alone, like he always has.