Chapter 19

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It's all girls just lounging around and talking, they look okay, not mean, but I couldn't really be sure unless I talked to them, which is definitely not happening. Some are eating at the table while others are sitting on the couch, not paying much attention to me.

I don't really know what to do so I start walking towards my room. "Hey, new girl!" someone calls and I turn to see the blonde and two brunettes that are sitting on the couch. "Your Desiree Soto right? Gordon's sister?" The brunette to the right asks and I nod uncomfortably. "My name is Rika and this is Casi and Lauretta." She continues pointing to the blonde then the other brunette.

"Your brother talks about you a lot, he said you're shy but it's okay, we don't bite." Casi adds and the other two nod in agreement. "How's everything going so far?" she asks and I answer with a shrug, unfortunately they don't seem satisfied.

"Does that mean good?" Lauretta wonders and I nod. "What about your uniform, does it fit alright?" I nod again trying to think up an escape plan. "You're really quiet did you have many friends back home?" I just shake my head no and nervously tug at one of the ribbons on my dress.

"I think she's tired girls, she didn't get much sleep last night and she probably doesn't feel like answering a bunch of questions right now." The voice of an older woman comments from somewhere behind me, I look over and see her sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a book.

She has soft green eyes, black, shoulder length hair and looks about 30. Her uniform is different from the others though, she has a scullery maid's uniform, the base dress is the same black material and style as everyone else's but her apron is much bigger and its made of a blue plastic material. Of course it's dirty so she's not wearing it, its hanging on the back of her chair while she takes her break.

I give her an appreciative glance and she returns to reading again. "Right, sorry..." Rika apologizes. "...you'll have to come tell us all about yourself as soon as you get a little more settled, though." Lauretta insists and I nod a forced agreement before quickly scampering, nervously, back to my room.

As soon as I'm safe behind my locked bedroom door, I feel so much better. I take off my shoes and sit on my bed, immediately relaxing. I'm a little hungry because I did miss breakfast but I'm too tired to eat and I don't feel like trying to answer a ton of questions right now.

I quickly set an alarm and take an hour long nap, when I wake up again I feel much better. I have about a half an hour left before my break is over so I decide to try going back into the lounge again.

I quickly walk down the hall and open the door, most everyone has left. Two girls are just finishing up eating and they don't even notice when I walk in. I quietly make my way over to the kitchen area; I'm not sure what to do so I open the fridge and look around. There's a lot of stuff, nothing particularly eye catching, but right now I'm so hungry I could eat anything.

I grab some lunch meat and other sandwich-making necessities and set them on the counter, there's a cabinet stocked with different breads I just pick one, get a plate, and make a sandwich.

When I'm finished I put everything back and clean off the counter, there are some dishes in the sink left by the others but not very many so I just quickly wash them. At some point the two girls do realize I'm here but just continue with their lunch undisturbed.

I sit in a chair next to a window as I eat; it's very relaxing and a familiar setting. I usually always end up eating in a similar spot wherever I go. The window looks out into the side lot of the house instead of the garden, unlike the window in my room.

There are a few parked cars blocking the view but mostly there's just blank paved ground and just beyond the line where it fades into grass, a border of trees are growing. It seems still and lifeless until a car pulls around. It's a really expensive looking car, I can't see the logo but it's some kind of convertible.

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