Unexplored Worlds: Extraordinary

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Our initials had been intricately engraved onto each of the doors, assigning us the bedrooms we were to use during our one week stay.

The girls' rooms were on the right and the boys' on the left. While the rest of them stood outside their bedroom doors, gaping at the designs on them, I opened the door, and was met with a sight I had least expected.

The room was huge.

I was not sure what I was expecting but it definitely was not that.

A simple room with just a bed maybe, but not this.

Across from where I was standing, in the doorway, there was a floor to ceiling window that stretched from wall to wall, allowing sunlight to stream in, illuminating the room. It was beautifully framed by a set of beige curtains.

I walked to the king sized bed covered in a deep purple quilt and sat down to survey the room. There were bedside tables with little lamps sitting on them, a desk set complete with stationery and a walk in closet.

This must have cost a bomb.

At the right corner of the room, stood a door leading to a big bathroom. There was even a bathtub. The marble tiled floor gleamed.

Okay, maybe two bombs.

All the luxurious furniture made me feel like I was in a dream. Nothing happening right now was real.

My parents would have liked to be here...

My parents and I had lived in an average sized apartment filled with second hand furniture. We were not poor, we were just thrifty, but neither were we rich. We never went on costly holidays and never indulged on ourselves.

Except for that one time...

No, Tiffany. You can't think about this. Not right now. Not ever.

I released the breath I had been holding with a soft sigh.

My parents would have loved to be here...

I would love to have my parents be here...

To be there.

To be there for me.

A wave of sadness washed over me, drowning me in my own hurt and pain. It felt like my heart had been pierced through by a dull knife repeatedly. The adrenaline of finding myself in an unknown place faded away and reality struck me hard. Unable to control my feelings, tears ran down my face in streams. I slumped to the floor in a mess of tears.

How were my parents? Did they miss me? Would I ever see them again?

I cried until my tear ducts were dry and my eyes were puffy to the extent I looked like a bee had stung me.

I looked in the well polished mirror and sighed. I wasn't in a dream.

This is real. Everything happening right now is real. I have to take on a very important responsibility that is a matter of life and death. I have to do this because... I'm special.

But I don't feel special. Nobody has ever treated me like I'm special, not even my parents. Why do I have to do this?

I scrutinised my myself in the mirror. I was not especially pretty. I was not especially skinny. I was not especially smart. I was not especially talented in anything. I was just... ordinary.

I don't want to do this.

What if this is just some really sick joke someone is playing on me?

I don't want to be here.

I want to go home...

...not to that dingy old orphanage.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

But-

"Tiffany! Get your butt down here! We're having a meeting!"

"And we're hungry!"

Author's note:

The next update will NOT be soon. In fact, it would probably be next month or the month after that.

I'm really sorry, but I have to study (for a very major national exam).

I'm also sorry for the short update.

Sorry :(