The door creaks open and my best friend stomps in. Her blonde hair flows behind her, her curls stray from her flimsy ponytail.
"You will not believe what happened." she huffs, plopping herself down in the blue flower chair opposite me. I set down my knitting kit, the shirt I was making for my mother will have to wait.
"What happened?"
"I was rejected!" She exclaims, throwing her arms up in disbelief. Today my best friend, Allison, was taken to a test given by the evaluators. They run tests to see if we have the Crimson Curse. When Allison says she was rejected, it just means she tested negative. I don't get why she would want to have that disease though.
The Crimson Curse was found five hundred years ago. The boy who had it almost died, he was so close. The government patrol cars found him in the care of a supernatural. He was healthy.
The boy, Jackson Pines, told us he was suffering, a virus took over his body.
When Felicia Baxter, the supernatural, found him, he started to get better in her care. Felicia told us she had sympathy for the weak human she found. She told us she felt attracted to him after caring for him for one day. Almost instant attraction, but not quite. It has gotten worse over the years for new people who have it. A constant need to be in the same room has surfaced. Then constant contact.
The supernaturals said they wanted to help us with this new-found disease. We asked if they would be willing to all live in a certain area given. They agreed to gather and live in one place so we could contact them and send humans who needed a supernatural when necessary.
It was all fine for a while but then Governor Walsh was elected. He sent parades of heavily packed aircraft and machinery along with highly skilled marines in for the kill and capture. Walsh despised the supernaturals. He was fox-like in his clever way of thinking. He acted nice and good-natured until he was elected. Then he went out to destroy peace.
We had to adapt fast, but little did the humans back then know Walsh had a secret facility he was building, that he built. He sent all the supernaturals there. A lot of the supernaturals were killed, so he forcefully bred them by giving them attraction chemicals in their food.
We now have an abundance of supernaturals. Humans are now tested to see if we have the Crimson Curse instead of having anyone hyperventilating on the long car ride to the facility to pick out a supernatural. Allison just got back from the testing, she doesn't have the Crimson Curse.
Thank God my friend will be safe.
I still haven't had my testing done, though. They take several groups at a time, I'm scheduled for tomorrow. They take male and female groups together. They take your arranged study groups from school and go from there, pairing us up for examination. I was originally in a study group with Allison and another of my friends, Victoria Knights. They took Allison and put her in another group, they replaced her in my group with Baylee Hermance. I'm not sure which boy group we are being sent into with.
They send age groups sixteen to nineteen in, that's usually the age range we would contract the virus at.
"-and they just pointed to the door. Hey, are you listening to me?" A quick look at Allison's face as she waves her hand in front of my face tells me she's annoyed.
I wasn't listening but she obviously was talking about her testing, which isn't supposed to be shared, but hey, we're best friends, soul sisters.
"Yeah, you were telling me about your testing today." I reply smoothly, not missing a beat. She puffs up her cheeks and blows out a breath. Then she smiles deviously.
"Okay, then what color was the hair of the guy that gave me the white wristband?" He must have been attractive if Allison remembered his hair color.
"I don't remember a petty, little detail such as hair color, Ally. Am I really that kind of person to you?" I feign sadness. She laughs. Her head turns to look out the window.
"Alright, then how about this. What was the...name...of any of the guys I told you about in my story?" She looks at me from the corner of her eye.
I have to take a guess. What's a common name?
"Jacob?" I guess hesitantly.
"Nope," She says popping her lips. She looks me straight in the eye.
"I'll give you the short scoop. I went in, a ginger gave me a bracelet and boy, he was some fine man booty. Another man came in and escorted me to a room down this long, creepy hallway full of paintings. A willowy brunette woman with red nails greeted me and showed me down some stairs and...that's all I'm telling you this time. You'll figure out the rest yourself anyway. You're going tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah, I'm honestly a little nervous." I mumble, wiping my hands on my khakis pants.
"Hey, Velvet." She puts her small, cold hand on my shoulder. "You're going to be fine. You might even end up getting some hot werewolf or vampire man booty." She winks. She walks towards the door.
"Hey, where are you going?" I shout as she gets farther, out of hearing range.
"Home, it's my mom's birthday today, I have to go make her a cake." She tells me, grabbing her red raincoat. "Bye, Bestie."
"Bye, Ally." I say after she closes the door.
I look out the window, finally noticing that it's raining. It's funny, I didn't even know it started.
