"An oceanfront one-bedroom guestroom, two people," I heard McKenzie say, the words blurring like I was listening to her on an old-fashioned radio. Blinking, I stood up from the couch where I was lying before.
"$305 a night, how many nights?" the hotel person asked, tilting his glasses. McKenzie looked stuck. I jumped up to save her and answered, "Well, we aren't sure, so how about two?" The hotel guy nodded and tapped that into his board-device thingy, then gestured for us to follow him.
"Here are your room keys, your room number is 553 on the fifth floor, call 1-888-422-9307 if you need any help," the guy, named Claude, informed us and handed both of us a card. We thanked him and I led McKenzie into the elevator, pressing the "5" button. My phone dinged then, which I realized that I could not let anyone from Earth--from here--see, or else.
Harmony: WHERE ARE U???!!
Melody: The Sanctuary Beach Resort, duh :)
Harmony: Ugh I'm at your mom's house
Melody: We're staying 2 nights here, meet u there!
Harmony: K
Melody: Text u later!!
"Melody, stop texting, we're here...speaking of which, what is here?" McKenzie asked, then, "Also, I'm so glad you woke up and helped me."
"Well, what happened when I was out, and what was the strong-arm thingy?" I asked in reply.
"I had to lift you up to the surface to get some air, and I changed into a mermaid for that...a human wearing a green eye-mask and a tube thingy saw me, but I hope he forgot," she answered.
I replied, "Well, then here we are at a hotel, and how did you find this place, by the way?" I walked and talked, multi-tasking.
"There was a building next to the ocean, so I basically had no choice but to go there because it was the closest," she sighed, her wet blond hair hanging at her sides like wet seaweed.
I inserted my key card into the slot, pushing open the door, and gaped, "Ohmigosh, wow."
The room had two white beds with golden, circle-decorated drapes over them and the same design on the pillows. A roll of towels at the bottom of the perfectly-propped pillows said, "SANCTUARY BEACH RESORT" in large golden letters. An old-fashioned white wicker frame showed at the head of the beds, and on the other side of the room, two chairs faced the oceanfront with a long stretch of white sand. The chairs were draped in a dotted, dark brown patterned cloth, and in between was a dark-wooded small table with a single vase of lavenders in it. There was a patio with two other black chairs and another table, and a black fence bordered the perimeter. A sliding door separated the pairs of chairs. There was also a 42 square inch plasma screen TV, showing an orientation video of the hotel currently, and a black TV remote under it. The TV was hanging on the wall, not perching on a desk or something like most of the hotels I go to. There were two seascape paintings of the ocean on the opposite wall, with a desk below it and a window also facing the ocean on the right hand of it. I took it all in with McKenzie.
"I could get used to this place for two nights," she grinned, jumping onto the bed closest to the TV. "Call this one!" I sighed and bounced onto my bed (McKenzie's was also nearest to the fireplace--oh yeah, there was a fire burning on brown logs in the fireplace, with a black fire-net or whatever it's called--and the ocean, so basically I got the worse bed).
Someday, somehow, somewhere... the TV show that McKenzie just turned on sang annoyingly.
Melody: Stop the TV RIGHT NOW!!!
McKenzie: Fine but I'm turning it off completely.
Melody: Fine
McKenzie: By the way, how do u do that?
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Forest of Imagination
Fantasy♥♥COMPLETED♥♥ Being out-shadowed by her older sister is one thing. Being out-shadowed by her best friend Paris Hall is another. Welcome to the life and mind of Melody Russell, a future writer and artist! She's ordinary, mostly, until the one day whe...
