"Stay in a single file line, people." The tour guide, who I believe goes by the name, Heidi, shouted from the front of the line as we travelled further into the eerie castle.
God, her voice was perfect. If she was leading us to our deaths, we would have happily followed. She reminded me of the sirens who sang to the death of sailors, in the bedtime stories my mom use to read to me every night.
I expelled that thought from my mind, not wanting to be sadden by it. Not now, not in public.
I attempted to distract myself by observing the art work on the walls of the castle as I walked by.
I must admit, initially, this tour was the least interesting to me of all the activities which were listed in my senior trip package. Travelling medieval castles were just not appealing to me.
I did not even want to go on this senior trip. I honestly hate most of the people in my class and the ones that I don't hate, I simply don't care for. The last thing I want to be doing with my time is to be around these people. But, my father insisted.
"Go and have fun with your friends. You will be going off to college in September and probably never see most of them again. Chloe, be a little adventurous. I wish I had this opportunity when I was younger." He said.
Little did he know that I have no friends. I talk to people at school but the content of those conversation consists of school stuff.
I never really got to know anybody out of school. I just wasn't into what most other people were into and I simply did not care enough to fake it, like I see many other doing in order to be in a clique.
While I was admiring the wall paintings, I glanced two males walking beside us albeit at a quicker pace. Although I did not see much of their facial features, I noticed their graceful walk and their elegant clothing. It was enough to make me assume that they were incredible attractive, and to confirm this was Kyra Thompson, who was two persons ahead of me, eyeing them as they passed by.
Kyra Thompson was the girl in high school every girl wanted to be and every guy wanted to be with. She was a social butterfly attracting people to be around her, unlike me who seemingly repeals them. I sat beside her in Calculus class. She talked to me a handful of times, of course only to ask about material that she did not understand, and help in her homework. I don't know why she assumed that I was smart, but I helped her when I could. She wasn't a bitch. She was actually quite nice and polite. She is just someone to be easily envied.
Kyra looking at the attractive male strangers with interest killed the unintentional small hope that developed within me. She was the type of girl guys go after. I understood from the beginning that I did not stand a chance with any one of them, even if they notice me, but seeing Kyra's interest made me even more aware of my imperfections and unattractiveness, triggering up all my insecurities.
I was jolted out of my thoughts by the realization that the line was getting shorter. Few seconds later I found myself in a room surrounded by my school mates.
The room was large but darkly-lit. Most of the areas in this castle seems to be darkly-lit. I guess they were going for the eerie feel. Well, they were successful.
The tour guide suggested that we move further into the room, clearing the room entrance. We complied, as we walked collectively towards the middle of the room.
We stood there for several minutes, many of my school mates chatting with friends, while others, like me, took the chance to observe the surroundings.
The room's most distinct features were its huge columns and the three seats which were placed on a platform at the front of the room. The seats reminded me of thrones.
My observation did not stop me from noticing the group of strangers entering the room individually, one after the other. It took a few more minutes for many of my fellow classmates to notice the arriving group.
They all wore dark colored garments, some lighter than others, however still dark. They were also all incredibly beautiful, despite each individual's unique features.
They all had this unnatural sheen in their skin. The way they walked, the way they stood, the way they looked at us, it was not normal. But it was very appealing.
Another fascinating characteristics of theirs were their eye. They all had red eyes. That was not normal. Either this was some strange role-play activity done by the employees here or something was very wrong here. I preferred the former, despite how corny it might be.
The lights were suddenly cut, sending the darkly-lit room into absolute darkness. The panic among my school mates was evident by the complaints they made.
"What the hell is this?"
"This is totally not cool."
"Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God..."
Then the screaming began.