I crawl under the bed covers and turn off the TV. I sit there in the room looking around the room. Huge, is the only word that I can describe it with. My bags are all piled up on the right side of the bed. Only one is open with clothes around it. That’s the one I unpacked to find comfy clothes to wear to sleep.
I sigh taking in the new atmosphere, then I grab my laptop off the bedside table and open it. I google Outcast tribes Zack, Cale and Lizzie. Searches come up with many outcast tribes. I click on one and scroll down to the names of the new members. No, they aren’t here. I search on another one. No. I search on each one but they aren’t there. I feel the tears come swell up in my eyes. I don’t hold them back. They soon start to fall down. They’re dead, just accept the fact Kimberley! I think before I shut my computer. I set it back on the table and lay my head on the pillow. Then I fall instantly to sleep.
The sun’s rays that make their way into my room because of the window shades that are open. I try to hide under the covers but the suns light keeps aggravating me to get up. I moan in frustration and look at my clock 7:28. I growl throwing the blankets off me. I make myself get out of bed and stretch. The air around me freezes me to the bone. I fall on my knees next to my bag and rummage through it till I find a pair of blue jeans, a black turtle neck and a brown leather jacket. I don’t want to get undressed. I want to crawl back in my bed and fall back to sleep. Also it’s still cold in here. But, again, I demand myself to take off my pajamas and put on the clothes.
I walk into the bathroom and wash my face, brush my teeth, and throw my hair into a simple high ponytail. I look at myself. Just yesterday I got up in my bed, at home, with my family. Now look at me. I’m here, in a place I do not know, a place that is not my home. Away from my family.
I close my eyes wishing to go home. But I wipe away a tear and walk out of the bathroom. I pick a pair of tall black combat boots to wear and lace them up. I grab my phone and walk out the door. I make my way down the hallway and down the stairs. I get my baring’s and remember where the kitchen is.
I walk in finding the cook. Kathy, remembering her name, is putting food on the wooden table a few feet away from the kitchen countertop. Jama sits at the end of the table his hands folded and his eyes closed. He wears a blue plaid buttoned up shirt with tan pants. His shoes are leather and match his white socks. He seems deep in thought. Even when I wave my hand in front of his face he doesn’t even move.
“Uh, miss, I wouldn’t do that!” I take my hand away and look at the cook. She is laying down a plate of cinnamon rolls and a bowl of fruit. She has short blonde hair with a chef’s hat on. She wears a short red bandana around her neck and a white, buttoned up chef’s outfit. “Mr. Jama is deep in thought. He prays every morning before breakfast, must not be disturbed.”
“Why, what does he pray about?” I ask looking at her confused.
“No one knows. He just sits there for a long time and doesn’t say anything or move. He never tells his servants what he thinks about, he just does it.” Her voice is high pitched. It gives me a headache but in a way it’s cute.
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American Assassins
AdventureIn the future of North America a group called the Unions have taken control of Canada and are getting stronger by the minute. Although they are trying to conquer the rest of North and South America by force, the United States has decided to fight b...