Next Generation

Chapter 7

The next day, instead of going straight to our therapists; we were called to the meeting room, which none of us were really allowed into.

The girls and I readied ourselves to meet in front of the council. We wore the only clothes that we had; black wind breakers and grey pants, and tied up our hair into buns at the base of our necks, as we were told.  Although I couldn't, with my short, purple hair ending at my chin.

A security guard then came in and told us we were to leave now.

The meeting room wasn't that far from our dorms. It was in the same buildings where the sessions for phase two were held. The complex we were stuck in contains only three buildings; the two very small ones for the boys and girls, and the large one for all other business. Such as dining, meetings, and the preparatory for phases. In a way it was the town hall of the three buildings.

We reached the building just as one of the councils famous hover limos arrived. However we were ushered into through the door before we could make out who each member was. None of the strivers have actually laid eyes on a council member and that was the way they wanted to keep it. Or so I was told.

We were left in a cramped room on the other side of the door, we had just entered. The security guard had left us, and locked us in the room without any way of telling the time, yet before we knew it, we were being pulled out of the room by the same guard.

He told us we were to follow him towards the meeting room, and wait there for further instructions. The thirty of us followed the quiet man and marched down the hallway in silence. We had reached the door, we waited till the guard had gone in and checked if it was time to bring us in or not. It must have been, because we had been advised to not make eye contact with the council members, even though none of us would follow these rules.

The guard opened the two doors wide so that more of us could enter at once, during this rampage to get in I had been pushed to the back of the group. Mostly becuase I also wanted to get a good look of who I would be giving the cut eye to before I actaully did.

I stopped in my tracks. My eyes had landed on the person I had least wanted to see. How? When? Why? What? I sounded like a reporter.
He shouldn't be here. He can't.
Mac. He was sitting in the meeting room, he was sitting there watching the other girls. It was Mac, but... it also wasn't. The goofy look he always wore was no longer apart of him. He studied them, and then he laid eyes on me. I was still standing in the doorway. Dumbfounded. I couldn't take my eyes off of him, not in the cute way.

"Welcome miss." He said, as if talking to someone new.

I checked behind me, to see if he was talking to someone else.

No one.

He was talking to me.