Bright Side

Chapter 10

     As soon as I slam that door, I know that I will regret it. I hear the announcer say so herself before I hear her hot pink heels clicking on the stone pathway.
   
I just sigh and walk into what I assume is the bedroom, but when I get in there I don't see a bed. I see an oversized bathroom. The walls are a soft cream color and there are two windows divided into many sections, but I don't understand why. There is a fancy light hanging down from the ceiling and two that look like the top of street posts on the wall on either side of the mirror. The mirror is almost the length of the whole wall and has two sinks, this is twice as many as I have at home. On the other side of the room is a huge tub that is shaped like half a ball, and I'm positive it could roll over any second. Next to it is a shower with glass doors that would make me really uncomfortable. There is also a huge desk up against a smaller mirror on the third wall. It is covered with different makeups most of which I didn't even know existed, or even  where to put them on my body. Next to the desk, there is a door that leads to a toilet and another sink.
   
I must stand there gawking for almost five minutes before I come to my senses and get in the shower, because I'd rather be uncomfortable than die because the bathtub rolled over. When I get in I see millions of soaps, all of which are scented. I have to go through them for almost another five minutes before I find something I think smells good, summertime meadow. I normally don't care how I look or that I smell nice, but I didn't want to smell like bananas either, which was one of the other scents. I use the summertime meadow scent of hair wash, something called conditioner that I figured out goes in your hair too, and body wash.
   
When I get out I immediately feel guilty, I have never taken a shower that long and probably used lots of hot water, and I have to remind myself that I'm using the water of people that are going to send me to possibly my death if I do fear death and can afford literally anything.
   
I look around for a clock so I can see how much longer I have until the stylist comes. There isn't one in the bathroom, but I find one in the kitchen area saying I have fifteen more minutes, so I put back on my clothes and wait and look around.
   
I walk into the kitchen area and find the cabinets stashed with food, so I immediately start looking for the Reeses. I can't find them so I give up seeing that I only have ten more minutes and keep looking around. Where the driver's seat would be I find a huge walk-in closet but deprived of clothes. I get bored again so I resume my look for the Reeses.
   
I finally find a box of them stuffed under things called macaroni-and-cheese, Jell-O, and pancake mix and behind rows and rows of peanut butter, and something called cookies-I decide to try them later. The only thing is that it is at the bottom of the stack and I can't reach the cabinet so I will have to pull it out without making a mess. I had to use a brush from the bathroom to reach the cabinet handle and open it.
   
I look at the clock and I have about two or three minutes, so I try to slowly inch it out and around the foods with the brush. I eventually get it to the point where I could just yank it out if I could reach it. I had to knock some other food onto the floor to do so though. By this point, I am kneeling on the counter, but still can't reach the top.

I almost have them out when the door opens causing me to jump and fall off the counter taking almost all the food with me.

I sigh as I look to see a woman, maybe 25 or 26, trying not to laugh, rush over to help.
   
"Are you ok, honey?" she asks, still holding in a laugh, but I decide that she is nice enough. I mean, most people I've met today would laugh right in my face and not bother to help me.
   
"Yeah, yeah, no, I'm fine," I say, and let out a laugh to show her she can laugh too.
   
"You know," she says "Next time you want something you can't get just do this," she claps her hands three quick times and the whole trailer comes to life with lights and gadgets and mechanical arms. She then says ice cream bar and an arm reaches out, opens the fridge, and grabs something wrapped up. She unwraps it and hands me half. It's not as good as Reeses, but they still make the top of my list.
   
"You like?" she asks, gesturing to the whole trailer and the ice cream bar, and I nod my head with wide eyes. I made the right choice in trusting her. Anyone who shows me how to get free, good tasting food is trustworthy.
   
She is fairly normal compared to the other stylists I've seen on tv. Normally they all cover their bodies with tattoos and their hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes colored bright neon and other unnatural colors. This woman has a simple tattoo on her right wrist that says something I can't make out and a single lock of her hair is dyed pale, sky blue. The rest of her hair is a natural cool brown color with waves that I am pretty sure are natural. Her skin is a warm honey color and her smile reaches her eyes and beyond.
   
She looks me up and down which does make me a little uncomfortable, but I don't say anything. I normally don't trust people-especially adults-this quickly, but she seems happy compared to the other people I've met today, and happiness only comes from love and kindness.
   
"Well, let us get started, Stella," she says, after telling the trailer to clean up. She picks up her bags, some of which I assume have dresses in them and some are no bigger than a normal bag I see the mothers carrying around in 15.
   
She gestures to an average-sized bag with two handles and asks me to carry it. When I pick it up it is surprisingly heavy compared to what people carry around at 15, though.
   
We walk into the bathroom and I put the bag down next to the others and sit in the chair in front of the desk that she is gesturing to. She pulls out something I think is called a hairdryer and turns it on so it blows out warm air and starts to dry my hair. She tries to make small talk after she finishes because the hairdryer is pretty loud.
   
"So I know your name is Stella of 609, but I heard a rumor that you prefer to just be called Stella. Is that true?" She asks
   
"Yeah, it is," I'm not very good at small talk, but I decide to ask a question, "What's your name?" I choose.
   
"Aylin of Dependency 1," is her answer. I meet her eyes in the mirror with my face full of confusion. "There are too many people here, so instead of having our rank in our names, we just insert in our dependency. I also think it is our way of showing status. Oh and I think it is a way of showing our alliance, approval, and love towards the government," she says the last part with bitterness dripping from her words and evident on her face.
   
"Makes sense," is all I say because I notice what she is doing to my hair. She is pulling it back to show my face and putting an intricate braid in it that runs down my back. My mother used to do something similar every morning before school. I haven't worn a braid in six years, I think, trying to hide tears, which is easy, because Aylin doesn't know me enough to be able to tell when I'm crying.
   
"You know," she begins, "I gonna tell you something that is not a secret to most people I'm close with, but it would come with a shock if the government found out. Can I trust you not to tell?" She asks.
   
I begin to nod, but remember that she is doing my hair, so I say, "My lips are sealed."
   
"Good. Now I'm telling you because of what I've heard and seen from you and because I'm a very trusting person."
I raise my eyebrows at her in the mirror and begin, "You kn-," but am cut off by her.
   
"Yes, yes, I know that could not be very good in the long run, especially these days, but I haven't had any problems yet, so here goes. I really don't approve of the government, it's beliefs, nor it's ways of getting things done. Because of my job, I get to see a lot of what goes on inside the wall of perfection they have built up, and not of anything they are doing is right," she says.
   
A huge smile spreads across my face. Finally, someone here who has some brains. "Well," I begin, "I may not get the inside scoop, but I get the low dependency, low rank scoop and it's not pretty, I can assure you," I say
   
"Yup, that seems about right," Aylin says, "Do you want some inside scoop?" She asks. I normally try to stay away from gossip, but this doesn't really count and I REALLY need to know now that she said that.
   
"Hit me with your best," I say with a smirk on my face.
Her face doesn't match mine, but she does laugh with my statement.
   
"Ok," She begins and starts to think, "for the last hundred years the government has been trying to make all people the same."
   
"What do you mean?" I ask, now fully pulled in, and fully confused. You can't make people the same no matter how hard you try.
   
"I mean, no personality, no happiness, and no uniqueness," she says, and I take some time to think over what she just said and there is something else that is unique to each person.
   
"And no fears," I say.
   
Aylin just nods, "Or everyone fears the same thing."
   
"The government," I guess, and she just nods her head.
   
"I'm telling you this, for a new reason."
   
"Ok," I say slowly, "Can I know what it is?"
   
She nods and looks me dead in the eyes, "I think you are one of the only people who can do something about it."

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