Area 51

Chapter Seven

Freya didn’t notice that she slept for so long. She checked the clock that was hung on the wall and found out that she slept for a very long time. Freya sat up and looked around. She was still in the same room.

     Freya doesn’t know whether she wants to be where she was or she wants all these happenings to be a dream.

     “Well, you’ve come this far, Freya, better keep going,” she told herself as she got out of bed and took a shower. Freya looked inside the closet, her jaw dropping. There were a lot of clothes hanged on racks on either side of the room. And not just clothes—all of the clothes were branded and were obviously expensive.

     She found a blood red American Apparel Dolman Hoodie and black leggings. There were a bunch of shoes in the closet too, but Freya decided to stick with her brown suede boots.

     Freya brushed hair then sat on the bed. She brought out her moleskin sketchbook out her bag and began to sketch.

     Maybe she should tell Margaux about how she feels about this mission. Freya feels sort of guilty for not telling her. Margaux’s very nice and she doesn’t like to lie to her and pretend that she’s fine with everything that’s going on right now. Margaux deserves to know. Maybe she’ll change her mind about busting in Area 51, even.

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     Tranquillizers.

     That’s what they need to get inside Area 51—lots and lots of it.

     Margaux looked at the clock, and saw that it was almost lunch. She went downstairs and made her way to the kitchen. There, she found two maids cleaning the stove even though it was already spotless. When one of them saw Margaux, she quickly bowed her head, “What can we do to help you, Madam?”

     “Can you prepare food for my friend and me?” Margaux asked.

     “Most certainly, Madam Margaux,” the maid said then rushed off to tell the cook.

     Margaux went upstairs and to Freya’s room. She knocked on the door first. Then, upon hearing Freya’s voice saying “Sure,”, Margaux opened the door and found her sitting on the bed, sketching.

     “There’s food prepared downstairs,” Margaux told Freya.

     Freya closed her sketchpad and stuffed it inside her bag. “Okay,” she said then went by Margaux side and the two of them went downstairs.

     Margaux and Freya went to the dining room and waited for the food to be served.

     “Hey, Marge…” Freya said quietly.

     Margaux looked at her, “Yeah?” 

     “Are you, uh, sure about, you know…” Freya said then toned down her voice, “Busting inside Area 51?”

     Margaux stared at Freya for a while then said, “Yes. Look, Freya, you should go back to Camp. I already made this elaborate story as an explanation to the counselors in Camp Colossus.”

     Freya ignored the part where Margaux told her to go back. “Are you sure that you’re sure?” she asked her, “Because you could get into serious trouble.”

     Margaux didn’t respond. She doesn’t know whether she’s sure or what. But she knows that she’s willing to do this because of reasons.

     The next few minutes were incredibly awkward. Fortunately, the maids served the food that they were waiting for. They served cream of mushroom soup, pasta, and iced tea. And for dessert, the maids served crêpe.