"Are you ok?" Rah asks me.
He looks over at me. Rahmell stares at me as we get ready to get off the hovercraft. My sisters are behind me. Nerves are in my stomach and I think he realizes that. He stands tall and attractive, very attractive. Rahmell has a brush in one hand and it's clear he's readying himself, brushing the fade on his head. Little does he know his haircut is already impeccably laid, with precise geometric precision. He's dressed now in a fine gray suit, white shirt and black tie. His eyes are incredibly bright as they stare into my soul.
"I'm fine," I respond.
"You sure buddy?" he asks me, "You seem like there is something a little off."
Maybe it is the fact that Rahmell is referring to me as his 'buddy' while I was in love with him. I'd always been in love with him and me acting like I wasn't, was lying to myself. The fact that my sister was also in love with him wasn't really making this any easier. The fact that he was planning on having a baby with her blew my mind.
"Just nervous," I tell him.
Rahmell throws his arms over me. His muscular bicep presses against me pulling me close restraining me. I watch from the side-eye as my sisters are walking up. They are about to open the doors and luckily they seem nervous enough not to worry about what's going on between Rahmell and I.
Rahmell leans over to me. He's so close that I can almost feel the hairs on his lips press against the side of my cheek. He whispers, "Welcome to Geneva Convention."
A hologram appears as we leave the ship. There is a welcome committee there as the doors open. I see the flashes of cameras going off as we arrive. Overhead I see a huge dome building that trumpets over the city. The Convention building is huge. All around us there are lights beaming down. I watch guards flying around with jetpacks. There are robots circulating in the streets. The media is there as well.
"What is all this?" I ask.
"All the ambassadors are arriving to represent different countries," Rahmell explains to me, "Ignore the media. Don't say anything to them. They're all trying to get perspective on everyone and what all the ambassadors are trying to get out of trading."
That was good to know because honestly I didn't even know why my grandmother really sent me here. It was all so strange. She said that I was to rendezvous with someone here. Just then, I see Rahmell walking away. He's being led off by a bunch of security.
"Wait...Rah where are you going?"
Rah laughs as he looks back at me with a bright smile, "I'm a host for the Convention. I have some stuff I have to handle. Don't worry. Your assigned host will come get you and I'll come visit you as soon as I can."
Before I can argue with him about this Rah is turned around and pulled away by. It becomes increasingly clear that everything is busy with all the hovercrafts coming down. The shining lights shine over the dome like a concert. The flying vehicles are descending from every direction. This is more than just a Convention. Flags from different countries are being flown across on the descending hovercrafts. This is like some sort of national battleground.
My sisters look at me and I look back at my sisters.
We each felt like Dorothy.
We weren't in Kansas anymore.
"Bitch if anything in my bag is missing I'll skin you," Beryl tells our host.
I believe her. Our host is one of the bright District ladies with the white teeth and white dresses. Beryl wipes her bright smile and stops her from waving at us as though she's on drugs. She is a heavyset lady with red cheeks. She's plump and Beryl is referring to the fact that our suitcases were taken before we walked into the building. There is chaos all around us. Diplomats are being escorted to their rooms. Holograms are populating as we walk letting us know the history of Geneva Convention.
