Area 51

Chapter Three

Sir Ian led his Class to a cabin with a porch which has marble columns on either side. The cabin had a domed glass roof and its door was made of hard wooden oak, and has Class Minerva’s banner hung on it.

     Sir Ian fished a key out of his pocket and inserted it in the keyhole, then twisted the key. He pushed the door open and revealed a vast room with white columns marching ahead. There was a gaping hole at the center of the room with wood at the bottom. Freya guessed that it must be some sort of enormous fireplace. There were neatly arranged bunks at the sides of the cabin. Freya started to wonder if this place was even a cabin.

     “Here’s Class Minerva’s cabin,” Sir Ian introduced as he gestured at the vast room.

     “Wow,” the girl beside Freya said in awe.

     “This place is fantastic,” said another.

     Freya didn’t know who said it, but she heard someone mutter, “Wonder how much this place cost them…”

     “I’ll leave you all for now, but I’ll check on you from time to time,” Sir Ian said then left the cabin.

     The Minervas placed their things on their bunks. Some of them lied down; some sat and did some other business.

     When Freya was taking her clothes out of her bag, a guy’s voice called out to her. “Scottish?”

     Freya turned around to see a guy with tousled brown hair, and hazel colored eyes. He was wearing jeans, a red polo jacket, a black shirt underneath and black sneakers.

     “Don’t do that, Aiden,” a blond girl piped up.

     “What? Is it bad to ask?” the boy asked, who, Freya guessed, was Aiden.

     “You can’t just run around and ask people their nationality,” the girl pointed out. “Plus, not all gingers are Scottish.”

     “No, it’s okay.” Freya told her.

     “So,” Aiden asked, “Scottish or not?”

     “Scottish,” Freya answered, and then went back to fixing her things.

     The blond girl who defended Freya approached her. “Hullo,”

     Freya looked at her, “Oh, hey,”

     She held out her hand, “I’m Joanna,”

     Freya shook Joanna’s hand, “Freya.” she said as she smiled, “Nice to meet you,”

     Joanna smiled at Freya, “You too,” she said then quickly added. “Sorry about Aiden, by the way.”

     “No, no. It’s fine—really.”

     Joanna had a straight blond hair, reaching between her elbows and shoulders. It was tied in a loose pigtail braid which rested on either of her shoulders. She had green eyes that remind Freya of a fictional character. Joanna was wearing a denim jumper, a white long sleeved shirt, and blue sneakers.

     “How many years have you been going here?” Joanna asked, “In Camp Colossus, I mean,”

     “One and a half,” Freya said after thinking for a moment. “Hey, I have to take a shower first, if it’s cool with you, we can talk after I’m finished,”

     “Sounds great,” Joanna answered, giving Freya a warm smile.

     Freya took some clothes from her bag and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. After showering, she changed her clothes to a long loose blue blouse with quarter sleeves, black stockings, and her brown suede boots again.