Violet

Chapter 6

      Day one of training. I'm so excited. Today I'll figure out which group I'm going to be in then I'll be able to start working. I wake up on the floor next to my bunk. An hour or so after everyone else went to sleep the night before, I'd moved to the floor. The mattress was just to comfortable. I rolled over and stretched my arms up over my head. "Morning." Stacy says. She's laying sideways on her bed and has her head propped up on her elbow. "Don't worry, you'll get used to the mattress in time."

        I smile. "So, since we actually don't have to be anywhere till nine, let's talk." She says.

      "About what?" 

          "Girl stuff." 

         "I'm really bad at talking about girl stuff." 

         "Nonsense. I'll start off easy. Do you like Josh?" 

          "How is that an easy question?" I laugh.

              "Answer it." she demands. 

             "Fine, Do I like Josh? Well, I'm not sure. I don't really have time for boys-"

         "Oh stop it! You are bad at this. I didn't ask if you thought it was logical to like him. I asked if you did like him."

         "Fine. Yeah. No. Maybe. Ok, I like him a little bit."

       "I knew it." she whispers loud enough for me to hear. I sit up and grab my pillow. I throw it at her and she laughs. "You two would be cute together."

         "We are not. We're not going to be together. I don't have time for-"

        "Sure you do. We are going to get out of the wall and have nobody to hide from. We could all start families." Eww! I'm not starting a family. "Please let me be your bridesmaid?" She joked.

       "Stop! I'm not getting married to Josh! I said I liked him, not loved him. And I only like him a little bit."

       "Sure. Sure. Only a little bit. That's not what I saw yesterday."

       "What do you mean?"

      "I saw you two. You both steal glances at each other. And the two of you walking together. He likes you and you like him. It's obvious."

      "He does not like me." She just rolls her eyes and throws my pillow back at me.

       "Get dresses. I'm starving."

       I grab my bag and pull out my shirt that says, "You have to be the change you want to see in the world."

       "Here' Stacy throws me a pair of black cargo pants. 'They don't fit me." I take the shirt and pants into the bathroom. I change and finger-brush my hair. I stare at myself in the rusty mirror. My purple eyes stand out against my skin. I grab my dirty clothes and head back to my bunk. I bump into a girl on her way into the bathroom.

      "Hey! Watch it!" She growls.

       "Sorry." I look up at her perfect face. Her blonde hair falls in perfect beach waves around it. She has some makeup on, like the kind I was wearing yesterday. Her lips are a light pink which make her purple eyes stand out. Her skinny figure has all the right curves, and her short shorts don't leave much for the imagination. She's the spitting image of the perfect girl. To say I'm jealous is an understatement. I suddenly feel embarrassed to be wearing the pants and t-shirt. When I see Stacy wearing a cute pink dress I decide I'm going to change. I dig in my pack till I find the dress. I pull it out and rush back to the bathroom.