Anchoring

Part 8 • Peter

Dylan, Chris, Rachel, and I are sitting in the warm hole eating Italian sausage on a stick.
Rachel looks like she's going to be sick while she eats her sausage.
"This is not what I normally eat for dinner," Rachel says looking at her sausage like it's disgusting.
"Then what do you normally eat," Dylan asks.
"I eat fried chicken stuffed with strawberry flavored hamburger and waffle kabobs with cream cheese sauce and grilled cheese bacon with ranch seasoning bread," She says while smiling off to the distance.
"But this," she points to the sausage, "Is what we feed animals with and prisoners and..."
"And what," Chris asks.
"Anchors," Rachel mumbles.
"So... your my older sister," I ask her.
"No, it's Old Sister."
"Oh. How many siblings do I have?"
"3. Me, Ginger who is 8 now, and Marshall who is 1."
"I remember bits and pieces of those people and you. Why?"
"The Society brainwashed you. You only now some stuff about your past."
"What's the Society?"
"It's where everyone lives."
"Like Mom and Dad?"
"No, it's Father and Mother."
"Do you know my family," Chris asks.
"What was your last name?"
"... ... ... T. I only remember that it started with a T."
"Thomas? It's probably Thomas. One of the Thomas' is an Anchor."
"What's all their names?"
"Sydney, Chris, Joanna, and Ryan are the kids. What's your name?"
"Chris, Chris Thomas," I say.
"Your one of the richest families ever," Rachel says.
"What's their jobs," Chris asks.
"Sydney's a Nurse, Joanna is a Knowledgable...," Rachel is interrupted by Chris.
"Joanna. I remember her so well. What's a Knowledgeable?"
"Knowledgeables are extremely smart."
"What about me," asks Dylan.
"You look familiar. Your face looks like this one guy I met very quickly. We didn't really met but he walked past me."
"Who was it?"
"One of the Manager of Society's bodyguards."
"Manager of Society?"
"He runs the Society."
"Did you know their creating an Iceberg full of children," says Rachel with wide eyes.
"Well, let's get some sleep," I say.

Rachel is sleeping right outside my hole. Which is creepy. She claims to be related to me. She claims she is from a place called "The Society". Worst of all, she acts so weird. She looked at our food like it was garbage. I don't like her. I think she's a fake person trying to kidnap us and take us to this Society she keeps on talking about. I think she wears to much make-up but I don't wear make-up so I shouldn't really question that.
She just acts weird.
I asked Dylan and Chris about her and they thought the same thing I did.
Creepy.
This has never happened to any Anchor they know of.
Creepy.
She said that she was the first person to ever do this. We can't believe her.
Creepy.
We think she's lost her mind.
Creepy.
Tomorrow, Chris, Dylan, and I are going to get to the bottom of this Rachel business. We're scared of her.
We will find out tomorrow.
We were going to throw her off the Ship but she noticed and she didn't like it.
She got mad.
We got scared.
We are still scared.
We can't trust her.
She's not an Anchor.
I still can't sleep.
Again.
I begin thinking about s'mores.
I fall asleep.
But not into a deep sleep.