Elemental

3. 21 Questions

Aria

"Come on. That's it. Sit up slowly, no sudden movements." I heard the familiar man.

My vision blurred before coming into focus. There was white everywhere. I had no idea of the time or where we were. I turned to find the rest of girls sleeping peacefully in the cubicles. Their muddy clothes a major contrast against the white leather seats.

I was suddenly aware that we were no longer in Samoa.

"Sir, where are we?" I asked sitting up slowly.

His calm eyes looked around. "We are currently in a private jet."

An engine roared outside, confirming his assertion.

"I will give the next instructions only if you are well enough to hear it. That is, if you aren't dizzy or nauseous." He eyed me carefully.

I shook my head. "Continue sir."

He nodded. "You will all be going back to school in a different country. Your father has already purchased a house and a few maids to help you along the way. When in school, do not speak freely to others and do not trust anyone. When asked for your guardian, say you live with an Uncle named Kalito Pesega. They have my number so they will call me if anything is needed. And most of all-" He stopped, leaning in closer to my face. "Do not attempt to do anything that will expose you. Keep to yourselves and mind your business. Understood?"

Back to school? A house? Maids?

"Yes, sir." I answered.

He nodded, pulling out the spray again.

"S-sir. How long will we be away?" I dared to ask.

He looked up at me, pity in his eyes. "For as long as it takes."

I shut my eyes, hating the fact of not knowing when that was.

Before I knew it, the spray was in my system again. The roar of the engine being a loud purr, lulling me to sleep.

...

"Miss? Miss, you must get ready for school now or you'll be late." I heard a woman whisper.

I bolted up, hands ready to defend. Which was the wrong thing to do. My stomach churned, my head spun as I leaned forward to wretch.

The maid was faster, placing a trash can under me right before I heaved.

I sat back up, wiping the excess off my mouth. "Thank you. I apologize for being so defensive."

She bowed, low and graceful, stepping back with the trash can in hand. "It's quite okay, Miss. I would have reacted the same way if I was in your shoes."

I smiled a little, flinching at the terrible taste in my mouth.

"Now Miss, there isn't time to waste. You must get ready for school. I made a warm bath for you through that door over there, and your uniform will be on the bed when you come out." She pulled her sleeve up, looking at her watch. "It is currently 6:45. Breakfast will be served at 7:20 and you will leave the mansion at 7:40. Your chauffeur, James, will be waiting outside by then. School starts exactly at 8 am but the principal will be there to personally see you and your sisters off to class."

My sisters!

I opened my mouth to question when she beat me to it.

"Do not worry. Your sisters are currently receiving the same instructions from my fellow maids. I am the Maid In Charge so if you need anything, tell me. I am specifically assigned to you, Miss." She bowed again.

I breathed in, looking around the large elaborate room. My bed was undoubtedly a king size, with curtains tied back using fine silk cloths.

There were about 10 different pillows adorning the bed, varying in different sizes. Two large glass windows sat on my left, light rain pattering down freely. In the corner sat a beautiful sleek black piano, silently glistening.

Night stands sat on either side of my bed, antique lamps sitting on both. Heavy double set doors sat up front, intricate lines swirling up and down in spiraling patterns

Wow. This room is bigger than my old house.

I shouldn't be surprised. I knew we were rich, but I also knew my parents didn't like showing off wealth.

"Live humbly. Lavish comes when you've earned it." They always said.

I'm guessing our training was our way of earning it. Or maybe it was because we were destined to die soon?

"Miss, I hate to remind you but time is of the essence." The maid said, snapping me out of my trance.

"Oh, right. Shower. Be right back." I mumbled, making my way to the bathroom.

"I will be downstairs preparing breakfast, Miss. Is there anything you will be needing before I leave?" I heard her say.

I stopped, looking around the fancy bathroom that was big enough to host a small army. "Uhhhh yes. Where are the towels at?"

She walked past me, pointing to a large cupboard against the wall. "All sized towels are in here."

I nodded. "Ohhh, right. Thanks. That will be all."

She bowed, locking the door behind her as she left.

I undressed quickly, peeling off my clothes that were stained with dry mud.

I peeked inside the large tub, dipping my finger in to find the water was indeed warm. I hopped in, slowly crouching to lay down. It smelled of mango and melon, a sweet combination.

I closed my eyes, reveling in the watery comfort. At least I could have a moment to myself.

I took a deep breath, trying my best to adjust to the situation. I picked up the flannel and began to scrub all the mud off my skin, dipping my hair in too.

Lastly, I rinsed myself off before stepping out, wrapping a towel on before I went back to the room. As promised, my uniform was laid out on the bed.

I cringed at the black skirt, red and white strips lined all over. There was also a white collared shirt, a neck tie, knee high socks and a blazer with what seemed to be the schools logo ironed on the front right pocket.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust, putting the stupid things on. I mean, in Samoa we wore uniforms too. But these were way more uncomfortable!

Our skirts were ALWAYS below the knees to keep girls virtuous, so putting on the thigh high uniform wasn't very familiar to me, and very difficult.

Being a Polynesian meant I had curves, but the skirt seemed to be made for a skinny girl. I pulled it up, irritated at the stubborn fabric.

Stupid uniform.

I threw on the rest of the lot, sighing once I was finished.

It wasn't long after when a maid walked in with my shoes, tying them on despite my protests. She wasn't​ the first lady, this one was more reserved. Keeping to herself most of the time.

She proceeded to fixing my bush of a hair, scraping out the knots before rubbing it with mousse. She let my thick curls fall, wet but not dripping. Primping it up here and there, she parted it so that the majority covered my left eye.

"In case you want to ignore people today." She whispered.

I nodded. "Its beautiful. Thank you."

She smiled a little, stepping back. "Breakfast is waiting now, Miss."

I nodded, getting up to walk out the door she was holding.

Let hell begin.