Still in a complete state of utter shock, the group of twelve were ushered into another room with the information that they were free to leave whenever they wanted with a limo for each of them waiting outside to take them wherever they wanted to go.
The next room was twice as large as the one they had just left and was big enough to fit Celeste's old home in. Moving silently over a large armchair resembling nothing less than a throne like all the other chairs around, she fell into it and stared around glad to see she wasn't the only one who was surprised.
'They want us to be kings and queens? US?!'
Everyone's attention was drawn to a rather small fair skinned girl with long blonde hair and wide grey eyes. Her hands were shaking as she strode over to the window, fingers gripping to the ledge as if her life depended on it. 'We're just kids,' she breathed, turning around to perch lightly on the windowsill eyes focusing on each other person one at a time. 'WE'RE JUST KIDS!'
But she was completely right Celeste noted; the oldest person there would've had to been only in his mid twenties while the youngest was around the tender age of fifteen. A sigh left her lips and she watched quietly as a rather dark skinned boy went over to comfort the distraught girl.
'They were right, we do get limos!' came the chuckle of the boy and everyone seemed to lighten up a bit, a few cracking smiles when they hadn't before though silence fell again apart from the tiny murmur of conversation.
'Do you think you'll actually try at this?'
Celeste jumped as she realised the quiet question had been aimed at her and with a small jump and a smile, she turned to look directly at the girl who had called the other boy and "ignorant twat".
'Of course I'm going to try,' Celeste said with a nervous laugh, running her hands through her long hair to hide their shaking. 'What do you mean?'
'I mean,' the girl said, sharp grey eyes flicking to the girl and the boy conversing and laughing near the window, 'I know she isn't. She's to weak to handle the responsibility. I'm Annie by the way.'
Shock flashed across Celeste's face; she would never call anyone here weak, but deep down she knew Annie was right. Her bright blue eyes turned to the girl, obviously calmed down by the boy and the two were just chatting away. It bought a smile to Celeste's face.
'His name is Raul and her name is Christa,' Annie said quietly, not letting her eyes drift from them. 'He's Spanish and she is German; but it's alright, we won't need to remember their names much longer.'
