FLOWER

CHAPTER 5.2

When we reach the educational facility, I am convinced of one thing. The fence at the top is decorated with barbed wire. The gray building with barred windows is saved only by ivy. And the hordes of kids in the school square look like a promenade with convicts.

- This is the prison. - My sister says my thoughts out loud.

- Come on, we need to figure out where our goals are.

The inside of the school wasn't impressive, but it was still livable. Although only one thing comes to mind, gray paint was on sale. It also decorates the walls here. All the basics are there, just worn out. A little refreshment won't hurt this place. One of the advantages is the secretariat near the entrance. Which makes the search easier. And the lady in it says something quickly, gives some papers and sends us off. Which causes me to stare hopefully at my sister. Maybe she realized something.

- What was it and in what language? - She asks what extinguishes my hope. So I look at the top paper. This is a timetable with the prison cell numbers written down. A voice pulls me out of my thoughts.

- You are my hero!

A girl with shoulder-length red hair and blue eyes says this to me. With a face decorated with freckles. Having a shapely female figure.

- I'm listening.

- If you are an enemy of the fan club, you are my friend. - I don't want to be rude. But isn't it too fast?! AND.

- What are you talking about?

- You hit one of the Davis brothers. - Cool. I always wanted to be famous for this type of "achievements". Someone wants an autograph before I go to juvie.

- I'm Sheila.

- Róża.

- Nasturcja.

- You need something.

- Basically, I'm looking for... - As I begin to speak, the girl leans over the timetable with me.

- Just envy it. - Why don't I believe you! - You will attend a class with Sofía Martínez López , daughter of the owner of a meat products company. Her uncle is the mayor and her aunt is a police commander. As you can see, not just anyone. And of course the triplets. -It can't be them. Please. But not this. - But you've already met at least one of them. - I'm about to cry. - Things can't be bad with people like this. - Only tragic.

It's been a long time since I finally saw them. I'll still have to watch them all the time at school. Could it be any more wonderful.

- Here? - Sheila takes Nasturtcja's lesson plan. - You have classes with me and my sister Mairi.

- You are twins.

- No, she failed to pass to the next grade.

It dawns on me that I, too, will end up repeating the school year. And it's really happening. What's scary is that my sister, three years younger than me, is in the grade below me.

A boy with expressive facial features and a rectangular jaw approaches us. He stands closest to Sheila. Many women probably envy his platinum blonde hair and long, thick eyelashes framing his blue eyes. His tall and slim figure makes the girl disappear next to him.

- You didn't count me among the elite?

- Sorry. - Unrepentant, she smiles at the boy. - Nasturtium, Rose is Erich. - We exchange handshakes.

- Meet the fan club. On the right is my sister Mairi, then Sofía. Her greatest friend. - There was something unpleasant in Sheila's voice as she introduced the other one.

She gestures towards the girls leaning against the wall, looking at us with narrowed eyelids. Which are characterized by long wavy hair with impeccable makeup. Dressed like on the cover. Everything meets the latest fashion trends. One looks like Sheila. Only unhealthily pale and thinner. The other has auburn hair and amber eyes. Despite having a much more shapely figure than the redhead, this is much healthier looking. Or maybe I got the wrong impression because of her tan.