My body is rigid on the cold ice below me. Ice? How did I get here? I think. I watch the blue connected beads float under me. They’re working on something but who knows what. I think again. They drift off into the air once they have made a spiral of loops. New blue spheres form like babies being hatched and they disappear again like a fly’s life span. You only live once after all. What I am looking at is something thinking. Something amazing like a actual living organism. I can see what it’s thinking. I can almost feel it as well. A bright orange flashes at my closed eyelids and the rays of light fall upon me as I pry my eyes open. I feel soft hands touch my forehead as they remove something once connected to the machine besides me, just like the machine I am still lying in. I look to the side to see a white Grongula happily sleeping. The only white Grongula at the future base. It’s Camilla. Her thoughts don’t seem violent at all. More peaceful in fact. If those were her thoughts in the first place. I sit straight as a hand clasps my shoulder.
“Well done.” I hear a voice but I don’t see anyone. I don’t see anything at all. Except blackness.
“You followed the procedure and figured out what was going on inside.”
“Who are you.” I ask as my eyes start to adjust. The woman before me has long hair. Dark brown and has piercing emerald eyes.
“I am Khloe. Cathy’s daughter. I will be escorting you to your new room.” The woman says. “Walk with me.” I do as she says and follow her to my new room.
“Why do I need a new room?” I ask her. Khloe stares at me and smiles.
“Aren’t you a curious one.” She says. “Well the real reason we are moving you to this room is so you have more attention when you need it. Also for you to get your mind off things.” I was confused how will a room help you get your mind off things?
“What?” I ask her.
“Well the room was once a spa so it’s presence just calms you down. And to add on to that you’ll get jasmine herbal tea to drink as soon as we arrive so you can sit back and relax.”
“What’s the catch.” I ask. “There’s always a catch.” Khloe’s emerald eyes gleam in the bright hallway light.
“Not today there is.” She says. “Just you and me at the spa all day drinking smoothies. Don’t drink too much though or you’ll have no space for lunch.”
“Lunch?” I ask. “We’re gonna have lunch?”
“Yep! But that’s a surprise so don’t mention it or I’ll spill.”
We continue to walk down the hallway until we reach a door labeled;
BREE SUVIL {SPA RESERVATIONS ONLY} in a brass finish.
“Here’s our stop.” Khloe says gleefully. “Wanna get mani pedis?”
“Sure.” I say. “What’s a mani pedi?” Khloe gasps horrified. I continue to release her of shock.
“My sister’s had one and so has my Mom but I never have.”
“Well todays your lucky day sister, cause your about to get one.” Khloe rushes in the room.
“Gals call the nail police cause this girl never had a mani pedi!” Chairs swivel revealing girls with loads of makeup and nail polish applied. Their lips are purse as if holding back. A redhead with lots of pink blush applied and blue nails walks up to me. She fans her face breathing heavily as the other girls surround her.
“How did you survive!?” She screams and the half of the girls faint. “Seriously. How did you?”
“What’s so important about a mani pedi?” I ask and the remaining girls faint.
“A mani pedi is something that shows off your personality like our clothes but something girly so girls could just strut that thang.” The redhead says in a sassy tone.
“Watch it Celia!” Khloe snaps. “Don’t want to make a bad impression on our VIP.”
“Sorry.” The redhead, who’s supposedly Celia mutters.
“Let’s get this thing started!” Khloe yells joyfully. Khloe and Celia guide me to a table where they plop me down on a leather black chair.
“What happened to your hair gurl?” Celia asks, .
“Celia… “ Khloe glares at her.
“Sorry.” Celia mutters again.
“No it’s fine.” I say. “I cut it with Cathy’s permission. For my sister.”
“Who’s your sister.” Celia asks.
“Shut up and work Celes!” Khloe screams. “That answer is confidential.”
“Sorry.” She mutters again. For some reason when Khloe yells at Celia I just want to punch her in the face. I just want to tell her that I can take care of myself but all she does is treat me like a useless piece of trash.
“Well my sister is-” I start.
“NONNA YOUR BUSINESS!” Khloe snaps again and drags me out of the room. “Sorry Bree, but everything about you currently is confidential and if you tell another soul, especially that spa worker, Celia, everything will fall out of place and do you really want that?” I shake my head in her favor to avoid another lecture.
“Good.” Khloe continues. “Because if you don’t we can always go a level higher.” I am confused by the statement Khloe just mentioned. But if she’s Cathy’s daughter I know something’s coming my way.
“Follow me.” Khloe’s voice is high-pitch in a tone of joy, her emerald eyes grow soft and round and her chest rises. I do as told and am leaded to another room with my name on it but a different label;
BREE SUVIL {VIP+}
~Uranium Fill~
What’s that label supposed to mean? I mean ‘VIP+’ ok… but ‘Uranium Fill’… what in the world does that mean? I pat my face to feel it scrunched up. My thinking face. I quickly hide it from Khloe considering thinking hardly wouldn’t be what Khloe expects from me. She expects that I am dumb and don’t know what anything is so I stare dumbfounded at the label. Khloe rolls her eyes at my stare.
“I expected more from you Bree Suvil.” She shakes her head. “Well ‘VIP+’ means that-” I cut her off.
“I know what ‘VIP+’ means Khloe. What I don’t understand is what the ‘Uranium Filling’ means. Does it mean that they are ranking me by metals? Are they stating the room’s filling?” Khloe’s jaw drops.
“Both.” she says. “They are stating both.” Khloe takes out a tube of light peach lipstick and applies it on. She pats her face.
“I guess you’re just lucky for a beginner.” She smirks. She twists around leaving my jaw hanging.
“Enjoy your stay.” She yells, not looking back.
“Of course I will.” I mutter. “Savage.”
I walk inside the room and just like I stated the room is filled with Uranium. I guess that showed Khloe. Was it bad for me to be smart? Would it make Cathy angry? I push away the thoughts and admire the small, lively room. Roses were in bloom growing from vines on the wall’s corners and rhododendrons sprouted from a mini sanctuary to my left. My Mom’s favorites. A mini table with greek engravings bring me back to my Father’s greek roots. It’s like they knew everything about me. Did they?