Area 51

Chapter One

     Area 51 was just the beginning.

Our names are Freya Silverstone and Margaux Chevalier, and this is our story.

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     Freya packed her things for her summer camp and her archery class. It was summer and she was late for her day at Camp Colossus.

     “Freya!” her older cousin, Marshall, shouted from downstairs, “It won’t be my fault if you’re late for your classes!”

     Freya cursed under hear breath as she stuffed her clothes, and practically all the things she brought with her when she went to England. She hurried downstairs to see her cousin playing with the car keys.

     “It’s about time,” he said.

     Freya glared at him, “Shut up,”  

     Marshall was twenty-three years old, and Freya was sixteen so that means that Marshall can drive a car while Freya can’t.

     Marshall has brown hair with streaks of red. You might guess that the red was artificial, but in retrospect, the red streaks were the real color of his hair. He dyed his hair brown because he said that he “doesn’t feel like family”. Marshall has a pale complexion while Freya has a fair skin with light freckles. Marshall was wearing a button down polo t-shirt, jeans and black combat boots.

     Both of them went inside the car, Marshall in the driver’s seat while Freya in the passenger’s seat. Marshall played some sort of rock music to full blast and was singing while Freya fired up her iPad Mini and looked at her documents. She checked her recently uploaded sketches instead.

     After a few more hours, the car stopped and Marshall turned to Freya, “Get out and shoot those targets for me, will ya?”

     Freya rolled her eyes then slung the strap of her bag to her right shoulder, “Whatever,” she said then got out of the car.

     The place was filled with different kinds of plants, from bamboos to lavenders. The grounds were around five point eight hectares of land and have a few forest-like grounds for other activities. Freya walked towards the covered court where they usually practice for shooting and to see a few of her classmates.

     The oldest was Alvin Jones. He was American, but goes to the U.K to stay with his grandparents and a few cousins. He was twenty-five years old, and has been going to Camp Colossus and archery classes since last summer.

     The second one was Margaux Chevalier. She’s half British and French, twenty-two years old and was unbelievably smart. She knows physics better than anyone in camp. Margaux is quiet and rarely talks to anyone, but Freya once talked to her and found her nice.

     Margaux’s hair was brunette with blond highlights, and was tied in a tight ponytail. Her eyes were green and she was wearing jeans, loose white blouse, and high combat boots.

     The youngest was a boy named William Clarke. He was eleven years old and was always nervous with everything he does.

     “Why are you late?” their teacher, Leonard, asked Freya when she arrived.

     “I have to work on sketches,” she lied.

     “And where will you need that?” Leonard asked.

     “I need it for commissions.” Freya said as she strapped her quiver around her waist.

     Alvin snorted, “Like we’re going to believe that,”

     Freya wasn’t lying about doing commissions, but she was lying when she told Sir Leonard about working on it. She’d been done with the commissions.

     Leonard was in his thirties and was wearing a simple white shirt, khaki shorts, a Yankees cap and rubber shoes. His hair was a messy blond. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, “let’s start with the lessons.”

     William raised his right hand nervously.

     “Yes?” Leonard asked.

     “W-what if we can’t shoot t-the t-ta-targets?” he asked nervously.

     Leonard laughed, “Of course you can shoot the targets!” he said, “How long have you been in this class?”

     “T-three y-ye-years,”

     “See?” Leonard said confidently, “I teach my students perfectly,”

     William gulped.

     “Let’s get serious,” Leonard said, “warm ups first. Who’s going to shoot first?”

     Nobody volunteered.

     Leonard pointed at Alvin, “You’re oldest, and so, you go,”

     “So what if I'm late?" Freya said, "I have a valid reason,"

     "'Finishing commissions' isn't a valid reason," Alvin shot back.

     Leonard took a moment to consider, “Okay,” he finally said, “Freya, you’re going first.”

     Freya glared at a smirking Alvin, she didn’t say anything threatening, but the way she looked at Alvin was threatening enough then walked towards the shooting area.

     Freya notched at arrow to her bow and heard William whimper. She shot for the bull’s eye and hit it.

     Leonard laughed, “Very good,” he said, “Let’s see if you can hit all five bull’s eye,”

     Freya proceeded to the next target dummy then shot for the bull’s eye again. She continued and kept shooting at the bull’s eye, which their teacher found amusing.

     When Freya finished, she turned to Leonard, “Done,”

     Leonard clapped, grinning, “Fantastic! Now that’s my student!”

     Then it was the other’s turn. Alvin wasn’t able to shoot for the bull’s eye. He either shot from somewhere extremely near the eye or somewhere far from it. Margaux was able to shoot for two eyes, while little William wasn’t able to shoot for any eye. But he managed to hit Leonard’s hat.

     “So, overall,” Leonard said as he removed the arrow out of his cap, “Freya was the only one who was able to hit all the bull’s eye.”

     “S-she was re-really g-good,” William muttered.

     “Thanks,” Freya smiled at him as she ruffled his hair.

     “The boys were dominated by the girls,” Leonard said in disgust, “Freya and Margaux—go and have your break, while the two of you,” he said as he looked at Alvin and William, “will be training.”

     Alvin groaned, “But, Leo!”

     “No pain no gain, Mr. Jones!” Leonard barked at the American.

     Freya gathered her things and slung her bag over her right shoulder. Surprisingly, Margaux approached her, “Do you want to walk together?” she asked.

     Freya smiled, “Sure,”