Dancing In The Thunder

2- Not Off To A Good Start.. At all.

Clove POV

We get here, and it's not exactly looking nice. I'm separated from Glowy, who would probably be my only friend here, and go into the volunteer barn. It's nicer in this barn, but there's still no privacy anywhere.

I look at my name on the door (stapled on, so other people don't.. steal this room?) and go inside. I take off my green Converse and sit on my bed. I overhear the volunteers (mostly guys, but I can tell there's a girl) complaining about redheads. All the usual things, like how they shouldn't have rights and shit.

I sigh, put my shoes back on, and say, "Nope, I'm outta here."

Apparently I said that audibly, because everyone started to follow me, it was news that there was another girl apparently. Heaven forbid girls exist in peace here. I continue to run, and suddenly a guy grabs my shirt.

I grit my teeth and say, "Let. Go."

He says, "No. You have to stay in here."

I calmly hiss, "No, I don't."

I free myself from his grasp on me and sprint out of there. Okay. So far, I had already almost been attacked by a crazy guy. Wow. That's amazing. I want to leave. I almost regret coming here, but I'm interrupted by the SAME guy grabbing me.

I say, "Stop it, you fucker! I'm sorry I'm a female? Is that a crime to you?"

He says, "Nah. I want you to date me."

I'm so grossed out by the idea of dating this sociopathic man, I literally almost barf all over him. No normal people act like this. Plus.. why would he take advantage on someone being separated from society anyway? Is he separated from society too? Perhaps demented? Maybe mentally challenged?

I reply, "Ew, that's disgusting. No."

He says, "Why, babygirl?"

I reply, "I don't even know your name! You don't even know mine! We literally haven't met. Go."

He says, "I'm Chase. And your name's Hannah."

I say, "Geez, you're not even close! Go away."

Okay. So. I'd not only been followed by a random boy, I'd also been an attempt for fucking seduction. That's great, especially because I was gay. Suddenly, if matters were worse, here comes the stuck up, pick me volunteer girl.

She says, "I need your name."

I say, "And I need you to shut the fuck up and go away."

I hate her already. Really, I hate everyone already. I just want to go home. I shouldn't have came here. Maybe this was a mistake.

But somewhere, out there, I knew Glowy had it worse.. so I stayed.

Layla POV

Well, this girl was feisty, but I wasn't backing down that easily. She wasn't even a redhead, what did she have this shell for?

I say, "You can write it down."

She sighs, "Fine." She fills out all the information.

Clove, I notice, is her name. So we needed to give her a name tag. Chase thought her name was Hannah. Luca thought her name was Emily. I laughed at that. Emily, seriously? That's a name for redheads. I walk back up to Father's house.

He says, "Layla, dear, did you get the new volunteer's information?"

I reply, "Yes father. She was a little hard to get it off of, so that's why it's not in my handwriting."

He marvels, impressed, "This girl has amazing handwriting. We need to hire her for letters. Or even the news."

I sigh. He was always obsessed with people with good handwriting. Well, he seemed to be focused on everyone.. except for me. Mine was OK, but I did agree, hers was way better.