The Other Side

Three Teenagers. One Spy: Chapter 3

 I woke to light streaming through the windows. One of the members came in and pushed me on the floor and started to make my bed. Huh?

    “What’s going on?” I grumbled. After all she had pushed me on the floor and I didn’t need to be nice to them.

    “Your friend Dylan didn’t want to wake you up today and the maid couldn’t. So you have missed breakfast. Now we need to go for the sacrifice ceremony!” She hissed before tossing me a beautiful blue strapless gown that looked like it would go down to my knees.    

    “Put this on. You need to look nice.” Then she left the room before I could reply.

    I hated the way the members made girls wear dresses. I’m much more comfortable in trousers and tank tops but that looked highly unlikely. After showering and changing I put my short dirty blonde hair into a high fishnet braid that went over my shoulder. I hated makeup but nevertheless I had to wear it.

    I put on some light blue tint on my eyelids and some blank eye pencil. I looked into the mirror and realised I didn't look like my tom-boy self at all. I actually looked like somebody else — but in a really good way— I slightly twirled and praised my handiwork.

As we waited in the hallway for the limo to come I realised something: me and Dylan still weren’t talking to each other. He refused to acknowledge my presense and I'm sure he had fun studying the cracks in the floorboards. I shot him glances when I got into the limo, none of which he returned. So I sat there, fumbling around with my hands. And however selfish this may sound, I really needed him to talk to me then. Because — not that I would ever admit this — I was actually scared and nervous of doing this whole 'ritual rubbish'. I sat there looking down until I turned my head to see him looking out of his window, and then I realised something. His window had my reflection in it.

    He was secretly watching me! 

    I couldn’t help but fight a blush creeping up on my face.

    Dylan still wasn't talking, the only people I could talk to were the stuffy members who were engaging in slight small talk. Yeah, no thank you! So with my refusal to break the ice with Dylan first and not wanting to even look at the members, I sat in silence whilst the three members chatted amongst themselves about all sorts, none of which interested me in the slightest. 

    “Ooh! We’re here, come children!” one of the female members squealed, she looked slightly giddy as she stumbled out of the car end rejoiced when she took in the view. I, myself, walked out of the limo and turned myself around, checking out my surroundings.

    “Isn’t it just luxurious!” a ‘male’ grinned. Maybe he was gay . . .?  There was a large white arch with soft lily petals twirling up the sides of it, it looked welcoming. But, let me tell you, it was anything but.  The arch was connected to a large red-bricked building that had no windows. None. From the big sign that said 'Pray for the happy sacrifices', I realised that that was the building we would have to pray for the 'happy' sacrifices — we're supposed to be happy. . .  There was more than two sacrifices. There was six people who would be forced to, you know, die in a fire and be brought up to the gods, so they would give us the pleasure of making our race live on! Because don't we know how much the gods love their sacrifices! One word: bull-crap.

    Just great, time to meet the others, I thought to myself.

    Everything there was looking perfect, a little too perfect for me, but still it looked practically breathtaking.

    “Nice.” Was all I could say. The lady, whose name was Luona, looked at me like I was a crazy girl and pulled me up to get a better view, she was attempting to rise my spirits but . . .  She failed!