finding panama

5 Days L8r

We pull up to a humongous hotel. There were two others next to it. These were supposed to hold us all? I guess they'd make it work.
We all got out of the cars and buses and headed to the front of the parking lot. Mr. Jones had a megaphone in front of a microphone.
"So we've all made it! Nowhere is safe, but Panama is our best shot! As you can see, we will be staying here. Each hotel holds about 50-75 hotel rooms! You will choose 4 others to share with. We might have some extra, who we will help find a group! Get into your groups!"
I went up to Tyler and her sister, that's three, and then we added Kenny and his mom and Olivia. I don't think they mind.
Once everyone was in a group, he spoke again.
"People have been asking if they can move out and start a life here in Panama. Unfortunately, you can't. You guys don't have the legal papers to. Staying here with us is your only way to live here. Sorry to inform you.
"Now, we are giving each of your groups a slip of paper as to what hotel room you get to what hotel. Then, we are also giving you cards! These are your keys into your hotel! Don't lose them! We are also noting down your room information. Be patient!"
Once that was all done, we each got to our rooms. After a month, some people are going to be chosen to go with some families for a few weeks to get back to regular living. We all get that chance, if we want it.
We walked into our room. It was huge. And fancy. It was like a five star hotel. You walk into the main living room, which had a wall that was just a window to the beautiful view of Panama. Then there was a huge black leather couch, and a huge 50" TV. There was even a cotton candy machine! It had a couple video game players, a huge thing of movies, a fancy fireplace and tons of spotlights.
The kitchen was more diner styled. The table was two booths, back to back, with a huge refrigerator with an open flame stove, with the ovens built in the wall. The cabinets were oak, which matched the flooring.
The bedrooms were all master bedrooms. There were three, which meant Kenny and his mother shared, I shared with Olivia, and Tyler and her sister shared.
Kenny gave his mom the bed, and he slept on the futon that was the size of a twin size bed built into the wall.
Tyler and her sister had the bedroom with two separate queen sized beds that pull out of the wall, and me and Olivia got the one with one king size bed and one queen size across the room from it. (Our room was biggest, everyone insisted they felt bad we had no family with us.)
So, this was my new life.