Difference

Chapter 6

 I'm laying in bed late at night when I realize with a jolt where I've heard the name Jakob before. Peter had mentioned it the day we left.

"She's kind of like Jakob," He had said. I didn't understand it at the time, but I think I do now. I'm fast at things. Fast at running. Fast at healing. That's all I know so far, but I'm not sure if I'm going to have time to figure anything else out. I'm not sure if I want time to figure it out.

Jakob must be fast at things too. That's the only conclusion I can come up with. Maybe not a fast runner or healer, though, since Peter only said I'm kind of like Jakob. But he must be fast at something.

I fall into a dreamless sleep.

When I wake up in the morning, there's already a tray of food next to my bed. Evan is there, too.

"I apologize for not coming back yesterday. I just had so much to do and I lost track of the time," He says when he sees I'm awake. I had totally forgotten he had said he would take me to meet the others.

"It's fine," I tell him. He genuinely looks sorry, which surprises me. 

"Well, I'll make it up to you. We'll move you to a different room today!" He exclaims cheerfully. Evan acts like it's super exciting. It does sound nice, though. This room is far too gray and dull.

"Don't worry, you're new room will look a lot nicer," He says, like he knew that's what I was thinking. I try to smile at him, but I fail.

"I'll tell you what, how about I take you to your room and we get you situated, and then we'll go downstairs and you can meet everyone. How does that sound?"

"We're actually going to meet them this time?" I ask. Evan laughs.

"Yes, I'm actually taking you," He assures me. I smile weakly.

Evan leads me out of the dreary room. We walk down nicely decorated hallways. There are so many twists and turns, I'm beginning to think they want you to get confused. But Evan seems to know his way, and we arrive at a hallway with doors lining the walls.

Evan opens the seventh door on the right and walks in. I follow him in. I look around, and I decide this room is much better than the gray one.

The walls are cream colored and the floor is carpeted. I'm guessing the bed in the corner of the room is queen-sized. The comforter is a cream color as well, and there's at least four pillows.

Next to the bed is a desk with multiple drawers and a black swivel chair. I walk over to the desk. There's a stack of pictures on the desktop. I pick them up and I immediately notice the top picture is of me and Carrie. I was about three, and we were just walking around the park. I flip through the rest of the pictures, and they're all of me and Carrie or me and my friends.

"Carrie thought you'd like a few pictures to remind you of your home," Evan tells me. I'm grateful for these photos, even though the whole "Mom" thing was all a big joke. I need a bit of my life back, no matter how make-believe it really was.

There's a window above the desk. I look out of it, and I can see green grass and colorful trees. The leaves are the color of Fall, my absolute favorite season. The ocean is behind everything, almost like a backdrop.

"Nice view," Evan comments. I nod.

"Let me show you the closet," He smiles, like there's something really special about the closet. We walk past a full-length mirror and a night-stand and come to a door with a fancy handle. Evan makes a grand scene of opening the door.

I look in, and I'm shocked by how big the closet is. It's a walk-in, but it's probably five times the normal size of a walk-in. One wall is filled with shoes. The other two are covered in clothes.