World gone wrong

Chapter 6

Braylon⬆️

   I'm beginning to understand Tabatha more. She's like the popular kid in school. Cruel, yet everyone wants to be friends with her. Like Regina George.
   I look out the window as the limo stops. The Palace is huge! It's tall, with grand steps leading up to the elegant French doors. The property is surrounded by a fence, and guards are placed all around.
   "Braylon!" Tabatha called out. A boy who looked only a little older than me quickly appears. "Take her to the Room". He nods at her order and leads me inside.
   It's amazing! Chandeliers are everywhere, and she must have a thing for gold because she sure had a lot of it!
   "I'm Braylon, Tabatha's head servant" he sticks his hand out for me to shake. "Clarity" I shook it. He opened the door. I glanced at him in shock- the floor was wooden and scratched. The stained wallpaper is peeling and gross. It has a popcorn ceiling that's dented all over. The room itself is tiny, smaller than my parents room. A few old beds were scattered around, but it looks like most people sleep on the floor, judging by blankets laid out. I turned to Braylon.
   "Are you kidding?! How many people sleep in there?" I ask, appalled. "Including you, 52. Girls and boys of all ages stay here. Don't expect anyone to remember your name, or even notice you're here".
   For the first time I got a good look at him. He has sad hazel eyes, a mouth that looks like he never smiles and choppy blonde hair.
   "Clarity". I snapped back to reality. "Huh?" I mentally face-palmed myself. "I said here's your blanket. The Room isn't heated." Out here in Vermont I'm sure it gets way colder than I'm used to. Braylon hands me a small thin blanket. "Find a spot. Then I'll show you where most of your jobs will be". Oh hurray.
   A tour of my prison. This should be fun.