Lambent ~On Hiatus~

Calla

"Dad, I'm fine." Calla said, carrying her backpack, a messenger bag, and pulling two rolling suitcases across the lawn between the Main Building and Building 2.

One of Calla's dads, the one with light blonde hair, tried to grab one of the suitcases. "Come on Calla, I can carry something else. I only have a backpack."

"Dad, can you tell dad to stop? I can carry stuff," Calla called back.

Calla's other dad, with black hair, yelled back, "Calla, let your father carry something else. You're going to break your back."

Calla stopped and let go of the two suitcases. "Fine. But I get to look at the map."

Calla's dad with light blonde hair, John, picked up the suitcases. Calla reached up to grab the map off of the boxes Calla's other dad with black hair (Andrew) was carrying. Calla started walking again, and held the door open when they reached Building 2.

"Girls only," a voice said.

Calla closed the door and looked over. A security guard, a lady with curly carmel hair walked across what seemed like a lobby.

"They're just helping me carry stuff," Calla replied.

"This is a building for only girls. Everyone wants their privacy."

"They're gay. What do you think that they're going to do? Peek in on girls changing?"

The woman grinned. "You have a good point, but sorry. Rules are rules."

Calla groaned before looking back at her dads. John put the suitcases and backpack down and Andrew put the boxes down.

"Bye. We love you," said Dave, as both him and his husband kissed Calla on her cheeks.

"Call us if you have trouble. Take pictures. Watch out for cinnamon. Make friends. Take pictures," Andrew added.

Calla laughed. "I will. Especially the pictures. I love you guys."

Dave and Andrew smiled before they walked out of the building. They held hands as they walked across the lawn. They talked as some people stared at them.

Calla looked back at the woman.

"I'm Georgia," the woman said. "I can help you carry stuff."

Georgia brought over a hotel trolley and started piling Calla's stuff on it. Her peach colored skin stood out against the black and silver trolley. After the trolley was filled with the two suitcases, two backpacks, three boxes, and messenger bag, Georgia pressed a button to open the elevator, and both her and Calla walked in.

"What floor?" asked Georgia.

Calla examined her room information from the folder she was still holding. "Seven."

Georgia pressed the seven button, and the elevator rose to the floor. The elevator door opened, and the two ladies walked out.

"What room?" questioned Georgia.

"82," responded Calla.

Georgia lead the way, turning right. After passing door 50, the left side of the wall stopped, showing open space. The rooms were now only on the right side. On the left side, a square shape the size of a classroom separate their hallway, and the hallway parallel to Calla and Georgia. Calla looked up and down: the open square was on all floors. At the bottom was a room with a wooden floor and some couches and chairs.

"That's for people who can get up floors without using the elevator or stairs. Like elementals, or people who can fly," replied Georgia.

Calla gasped. "Really?"

Georgia turned around and smiled at Calla. "Something tells me you have a little secret."

Calla just leaned on the thick glass railings by the empty square. Georgia kept walking and Calla followed. They turned the corner. About a third away across the side opposite the elevator, Georgia stopped in front of door 82. This hallway was open to "the square".

Georgia dug around in her pocket and gave Calla three sets of keys. "Enjoy. Press the call button inside for me to get the trolley, or just bring it down sometime."

Georgia turned around and put her hand on the railing. She jumped off, still holding on to the ledge. Calla ran over. Georgia's arm stretched out like taffy. Georgia let go, kicked off the wall at the fourth floor, and did a flip. She reached her arms out and grabbed the railing on the third floor. Her arms stretched farther as he slowly fell, and Georgia let go, her arms going back to their normal size. Calla turned back to her door. She unlocked it and walked inside, pulling the trolley behind her. She closed the door and left the trolley in the hallway.

The room was the size of an apartment room, and it went up to a second level. The first level had a t.v. on a dark brown cabinet, with a large, light brown couch across from it. The walls were tan, with dark brown hardwood floors. A laminated long piece of white paper was on the couch. Calla walked over, took the piece of paper, and tossed it to the floor. She grabbed the remote and turned on the t.v.