The Wheel

24. Sam

It was hard for me to restrain the tears. I looked back on my life and started to understand that sometimes I shouldn't worry about some things. Nobody would even think that Miguel's parents were murdered! I hoped Kate would support him in some way, but once again she showed indifference. Even after that she keeps acting like a bitch? Now I wonder why Kate is this way.

My phone vibrates again!

I can see Miguel's Facebook page on the screen of the glass futuristic device. Someone posted a collage with different photos where he was sitting on the beach with his real parents, where he is working in a hotel in Cancun and where he was standing next to The Statue of Liberty with his foster parents.

"Who would have thought that the life of a seventeen-year-old student can be so full: the death of the parents, surviving on the streets, a constant fear – and now I have a normal life with my amazing beloved foster parents, to whom I'll always be grateful! Thank you! Appreciate your loved ones! And thanks to my best friend – red plush dragon :) xD :)) :O"

Miguel shook his head and took the phone away.

"Are you okay?" I asked him.

"Yeah, everything's fine," he said quietly, stroking his toy, "of course, I'm not thrilled that everybody knows this part of my life now. Usually you don't talk about such things on social networks. But in general I'm okay."

"I guess I understood something," David said from behind. "The wheel has been programmed: it knows beforehand which sector each of us will get."

"You mean we will get out the most dreadful sectors?!" Emma asked, dumb founded.

"You got it only now?" Kate laughed. "'This 'pseudo-Siri' wants us to expose our deep-seated darkest demons that we've been guarding most carefully."

"No!" Emma panicked and pressed herself against the wall.

"I can give you advice," Kate continued, "be prepared for what you will have to talk about."

"What is the point of this wheel?" I asked. "Why can't Ayama just ask us unpleasant questions?"

"It's all about our suspense and hope that it will work out somehow," she smiled widely. "We can do this: the rest of us can talk about their darkest secretes – it would be easier for them to spin the wheel. Well, who wants to start?"

There was a silence in the room.

"Just like I thought," she contentedly crossed her hands on her chest like putting up a barrier between her the rest of us.