Bewitcher

2

When my eyes open again, I have no idea where I am. I see blue and turquoise tiles on the walls. The floor is white. I don't recognise this room, but I'm already getting a feeling of claustrophobia. Oh, help! I don't like feeling out of control!

As I get up, my head starts to swim, and my vision goes dark at the edges. I shake my head to get rid of the stars. Walking around the room, I stumble on a stale loaf of bread and a glass of water. There is a note beside it that says
'Eat this in good health. I'll see you when you wake up. Z'
I briefly wonder who 'Z' is before gobbling down the stale bread. I don't know how long I've been unconscious, but assuming that they would not leave me stale bread, probably quite a while, judging by the texture and taste of this.

Then again, maybe they would leave me stale bread.

At some point, I lie back down in the corner of my prison cell and doze off. I'm rudely awoken a short time later by someone banging on a door that I didn't even notice was there. Clearly, I was a bit out of it!
"What! It's too early, and I need my beauty sleep, thank you very much!" I yell
"I suggest, young lady, that you cut the snarkiness, throw the attitude out the window, and get up NOW before I come in to drag you out." Comes the voice
"There is no window!" I reply in the most frosty voice I can manage.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't you ever learn? Respect your elders and betters! Didn't they teach you anything at that lame school?" With that, she confidently strides in. Yes, it is a she. I'm guessing this is the mysterious 'Z'. She is wearing a Micky Mouse t-shirt (I love Micky mouse), and a grey bomber jacket. Her beige trousers hug her muscly legs, showing off her figure. Her black monster trainers are really cool. I hate to say it, but she looks great.

I don't think she is wearing any makeup, but her skin is flawless, and she has naturally rosy cheeks and slightly puckered lips. Her pink (yes I said pink!) curly hair is up in a high ponytail and she walks with a confident stride. She can't be a day over 25. She's carrying a black leather rucksack on one shoulder.
"And you are...?" I ask rudely, trying to remain my usual self.
"Zahvahnah. Did you know my name means victorious and successful in ancient Arabic?" She replies, not a bit fazed.
"No, really?!" I drawl sarcastically.
"I think I'm going to like you" says Zahvahnah. "Now come on, no time to waste. You have exactly 3 minutes to change into this." She chucks me the rucksack and leaves the room.

I reach into the bag pull out a pair of dark leggings, a tight, pine green t-shirt and a navy hoodie. At the bottom of the bag are a pair of clompy brown boots. Sooooooo not my style.

When Zahvahnah comes back in, without knocking, and sees me, she suppresses a smirk.
"Bit of a change from your normal attire, no?" She grins, gesturing at my black miniskirt, striped belly top and superstars lying in a heap on the floor. I scowl at her. What I really want to do is punch her, but I'm pretty sure that wouldn't get me brownie points.
"Ready?" She asks.
"For what?"
She grabs my hand and leads me down a corridor that is completely white everywhere. There are doors leading off to the right and left every couple of meters or so, and they all look identical. It will be very easy to get lost here.

After what seems like an age, we arrive at the end of the corridor. There is a gold plaque on the door that says 'Mrs Gurney Senior'
It sounds important.
Zahvahnah knocks, then without waiting for a reply, walks in, dragging me with her. Behind a huge dark wood desk sits a woman. A very very very small woman. I can only just see her eyes. Her grey hair is scraped back into a fierce bun, and she has purple half moon spectacles. The rest of her body is hidden.
"Welcome to camp SBT. Also known as Training Camp for the Spoilt Bewitchers. I hope you don't enjoy your stay." Rasps Mrs Gurney.