Border-H.S

Chapter 4

Honestly, they didn't look very friendly. Some of them even had tattoos peeking out of their white shirts and dresses. 

I sat down, awkwardly next to someone. I really miss Demi, really, I wish that I was going to the same place as her. Maybe she got Seattle or somewhere easy. I look down to my plain, old white shoes. They are uncomfortable as hell-but knowing that I would have to take them off soon, they suddenly feel more comfortable. I want to wear them for once. I want to wear them. I want to go back.

A man enters with tattoos and some piercing on his ears and eyebrows, Leah and a guy(who also dyed his hair)following. He walks in with such a confident way, and stands among us.

"Alright, kids, I don't like giving speeches, but I do need to tell you what you're going to do in the next few days. You'll be hopping on a train heading to New York, which is the place to be your home for the next six weeks. New York is the toughest place to survive-ever. You'll be training in the train for a few days until we reach there. From then, you're going to hop off the train and off you go. Sounds reat, yeah?" He smiles and scans the room. Honestly-how can he smile in this situation? "You kids never smile! C'mon!" 

I look at him, and wonder if he just came up with that one–surely, he had a tough life if he knew the meaning of life when he’s just sixteen–or just that his mom, his teacher or whoever told him, but that didn’t really matter.

“If you don’t mind, I’m going to grab something from the bar over there or something.” I stood up, and walked towards the bar. There were five to six teens laughing and joking around, drinking, at the bar. I was scared to go in there, or even look at them. They all had at least piercings or at least a tattoo on their neck and seemed to be good at socializing, definitely not my thing. I decided to turn around and just go to the bathroom to kill time, and that’s when I bumped into Niall again.

“Woah, scared to go there? Or just ‘suddenly’ needed to go to the bathroom?” He grabbed my shoulder and looked over to the bar. “Hey! Two shots of vodka! You need to learn how to socialize, don’t you?” He grabbed my wrist and dragged me over.

Now, I really wasn’t the type of girl at school who went flirting with the boys at the back or talking to kids at school, but now, I was in the middle of those girls, who were drunk and about to sleep with anyone they could. 

“Relax a little, it’s nothing–at least in where I used to grow up,” He smiled, softer than ever. “Hey, Harry, have a seat for two? Are you done?” 

The guy with dark hair that I saw, who I figured wasn’t really friendly, was sitting alone, drinking. He was even worse than Niall–Five piercing on his right, four on his left. An eyebrow piercing, nose and a lip ring all on his left, and tattoos all over his body. 

Niall was about to drag me to the seat, and that was when my stomach started to turn upside down, telling me that I wouldn’t be comfortable sitting there. I let go of Niall’s hand. 

“I’m not that fond with vodka, I think I’ll just go to the bathroom–bye!” I ran up to whatever place I could go to, and opened the door. Thankfully, it was the lady’s stall. I turned around and smiled briefly at Niall and entered the bathroom.

“That was intense,” I breathed. “how am I supposed to survive New York, if I’m already struggling to do this?” 

“You might want to learn how to make friends, first of all,” Someone came out of one of the stalls, making those noise when you walk in high heels. “And you become allies with them, and kill everyone else. You’re alone? You die.” 

She was asian, maybe Chinese? Korean? Her tan skin was perfect, and her short, thick, luscious black hair was messy, but that’s what made her look attractive. 

“And you, already failed to go face those idiots over there, standing at the bar, just proved that you are going to get your head chopped off in the first hour we arrive to New York,” She went to wash her hands at the sink, and then looked at me right in the eye. “How exciting.”

She continued, “And if you don’t want to get your head chopped off or whatever in the first hour, I really hope that you won’t be missing the first training sessions that is in about…three minutes.”

Three minutes? Why didn’t anyone tell me that there was a training session? I was confused, so I just stood there, frozen, as if my feet were stuck to the ground with superglue. 

“What are you doing? Head down to the training quarters, now!” She shooed, and finally, I could move my feet. “You wouldn’t want to miss the first session of training, do you?”

The thought of me getting killed by another teen haunted me, the sight of blood scared me. Her words haunted me, causing me to sweat like crazy, so I just headed out of the bathroom. When I got out, nobody was standing, even the teens that were standing around the bar. 

I didn’t know where the pit was, nor did I knew that there was a training session today–someone should’ve told me, or made an announcement or something! 

This is the real world, I told myself. Nobody’s here to tell you what to do and when to do it, grow up! I look around, trying to find the path leading to the training place or whatever she called it. Wait, but what was her name? Is she an instructor? But I have no time to think–I have to go train so I survive.

I run to wherever I hear noise from, which is the left, and relieved to find an open space for training. I guess this is the training quarters. I look around at the kids–most of them twice as tall as me, bigger, white clothes. I try to spot Niall and the girl I met at the bathroom, and I do. I try to run to them as quiet as I can, and slip between them. 

“Why are you so late?” Niall asked.

“Well I’m sorry I didn’t know there were any training sessions, unless someone have told me,” I shot back, “And besides, I was in the bathroom, remember?” He opens his mouth to say something, but he decided to not speak and just nodded and turned his head around to face the front. The girl is standing in front of me, close enough for me to bend forward and ask her name. 

I bend down and try to make sure that I’m close enough to her so that she can her me. “I don’t know your name yet, what is it? Mine’s Abigail, you can call me Abbey if you want, whatever’s comfortable for you.” Did I tell her too much about me? She didn’t reply to me for a moment and finally opened her mouth.

“Angelina Kwon. You can call me Angie.” She spoke briefly, looked at me, and then turned her head around. Angelina. That was her name.