Chapter 3
Minutes of silence went by, leaning against the bottom of the couch as she slightly inhaled looking around the room. Remembering the days of her childhood and everything she did in this house, looking at the rug she was sitting on seeing the stain where she dropped her glass of grape juice when she was a kid. Sarah smiled remembering how pissed her mom was at that.
Looking at the clock seeing it was almost 9 o'clock. It was Saturday so there was a good chance no one would be up till' twelve or so. If her brothers and sisters were awake then they were probably sitting in their rooms watching Saturday morning cartoons. Saturday morning cartoons. Now that was something she has not seen in a long time, with college and everything.
She knew as a fact that her species was a so called unclassified XT's. So her Dad made sure of it that they would not be reported to any government or that no one would bother them of what they are. He had kids and had to make sure they would have fairly normal lives. He worked for the main branch of a company that was nick named "Creative Company". A very powerful and prosperous not to mention hush hush company that owned many other smaller computer companies. Only her Dad and Mom knew what the main company's real name was and knew what went on in the place. And in return for a job well done her Dad was given a fat pay check and a list of provisions for his family. It wasn't much but they were provisions that could let her and her other brothers and sisters live close too a normal life with no problems.
First of all there was colleges. Her and Adam were assigned to the best but small colleges, second was the best private schools for her younger siblings, hospitals were large health care clinics, all of which were owned or else highly sponsored by the Creative Company and last but not least. The job sites her and Adam worked at were the computer companies owned by the Creative Company. If by any chance her family was reported to any government then the matter would be dealt with immediately by the company.
She leaned over to her left opening a compartment right in the middle of the couch that was the corner. The couch was specially ordered for their large size. Another gift from the Creative Company.
It was mainly one big couch and very luxurious. Big, fluffy blue cushions, the ends could turn into lay-z-boys, the middle parts on both sides of the couch had cup holders and trinket holders. When they weren't in use then it could be flipped back into the couch, the couch connected to each other and formed a corner, the corner of the couch also had cup holders, along with built in speaker phone and remote controller to the tv but the controller wasn't working. This part though could be flipped open and was able to store magazines and such inside it.
Now pulling out a remote controller and turned on the tv. Not worrying about turning the volume on the tv down due to the tv automatically muting itself as soon as it was turned on.
She heard a deep voice from behind her then another that came from her left only in a language she could not understand. Turning her head completely around looking at the kilt guy, surprised to see he was up and awake, now turning her head around and seen the other was also awake. "Morning, my name's Sarah." Extending her hand to the guy the kilt guy.
The guy looked at her, then at her hand and slowly extended his hand holding hers. Her hand was twice the size of his but he still held a firm grip. His slow reaction just reminded her what her Dad told her one day. Her people greet each other with a shake of the shoulder. To late for that.
He let go and sat back, Sarah arched herself sideways now shaking the other guys hand. "Tilk." The kilt guy said, turning her head back around seeing him pointing to his buddy. "Tilk." He said again then pointed to his chest. "Am'-nak'."
She tried pronouncing it but knew it didn't come out right. The kilt guy shook his head. No. Then said his name again. Trying it again but still couldn't get it right.
He shook his head with a growl. "Am'....nak'." Trying it yet again but as before, couldn't get it right. "Fa....st sel...fe." He said in terrible english.
"Fast self?" Looking at him, "You're name is fast self?" She said to him.
He nodded his head in agreement then pointed to Tilk. "Cl...oud."
She held back the urge to laugh, Fast Self, Cloud. What kinda name's our those? She said to herself, There's no way I would have a name like that . . .