Chapter Twelve
The next morning Siria woke to renewed freshness. She kept think of her new life, something different. Making up her mat she paused. She had for the first time a positive thought. She smiled as she finished straightening up. This was a new life. Making her way to the kids' cabin Siria wondered what she would do. That was easy; play right? Siria shook her head in confusion; Little Bray had never been this hard. Easily amused, bouncing on her knee had always done the trick. Siria saw Aravinda walking into a hut and quickly moved in that direction, "Hey, Aravinda!"
Standing up and brushing her hands on her apron she looked at Siria. "Yeah, what's the problem?"
"Um—what do I do with them?"
"Them?—oh the kids; you watch them, duh!"
"Well, yeah, I know that, but is there anything specific?"
"Oh you mean like chores." Siria nodded. "Well, they mostly learn to take care of themselves. You'll see when you go in there."
Siria nodded and walked toward the cabin. Making her way inside she gave a sigh and walked into the main room. It was covered with the sleeping bodies of the kids. Siria panicked; she was in over her head. Then she saw one stir, a dark haired girl by the name of Vie. Sleepy eyed she kicked the next kid to her setting off a chain reaction of stirring and kicking until the oldest kid, a boy named Don, returned his kick with a smack of his pillow and like zombies they all raised to get ready for the day.
Once they were finished they sat in what looked like a makeshift couch waiting for Siria's next step. "You're Aravinda's friend, Siria?" Vie asked.
"Yes."
"So you're today's victim?" A chubby boy asked.
"Um—well kind of...I'm a bit more permanent." Siria said slowly.
The kids looked at her with shock, "what? No Asha."
"No Aravinda"
"No Lev"
Siria looked at their angry faces uneasily. She hesitated. She wanted to run screaming out of the cabin when Mouse stepped up next to her. "Hey, leave her alone."
"Shut up, you just like her cause she brought you back something from the City." Don yelled.
"You're just jealous, Don!"
"Don stood over Mouse. "What did you say you little runt?"
Mouse puffed up. "I said—"
"Ok guys, That's enough! You may not like being here but tough luck; it could be worst."
"Like who?" Don asked.
"Like maybe a zombie or something."
"Zombies aren't real."
"How do you know?"
"Have you every seen a zombie?"
"No, have you?"
"No, so they don't exist." Don crossed his arms.
"But if you haven't seen one how can you say they don't exist?" The kids looked at Siria in a stumped state. "Ok, I win go do your chores."
"What?" The kids screamed in what seemed like unison.
"If you stump me you don't have to do your chores..., but get stumped bye, bye loser chore time." Grumbling the kids moved to do their chores and Siria survived the first day
The next morning Siria woke to renewed freshness. She kept think of her new life, something different. Making up her mat she paused. She had for the first time a positive thought. She smiled as she finished straightening up. This was a new life. Making her way to the kids' cabin Siria wondered what she would do. That was easy; play right? Siria shook her head in confusion; Little Bray had never been this hard. Easily amused, bouncing on her knee had always done the trick. Siria saw Aravinda walking into a hut and quickly moved in that direction, "Hey, Aravinda!"
Standing up and brushing her hands on her apron she looked at Siria. "Yeah, what's the problem?"
"Um—what do I do with them?"
"Them?—oh the kids; you watch them, duh!"
"Well, yeah, I know that, but is there anything specific?"
"Oh you mean like chores." Siria nodded. "Well, they mostly learn to take care of themselves. You'll see when you go in there."
Siria nodded and walked toward the cabin. Making her way inside she gave a sigh and walked into the main room. It was covered with the sleeping bodies of the kids. Siria panicked; she was in over her head. Then she saw one stir, a dark haired girl by the name of Vie. Sleepy eyed she kicked the next kid to her setting off a chain reaction of stirring and kicking until the oldest kid, a boy named Don, returned his kick with a smack of his pillow and like zombies they all raised to get ready for the day.
Once they were finished they sat in what looked like a makeshift couch waiting for Siria's next step. "You're Aravinda's friend, Siria?" Vie asked.
"Yes."
"So you're today's victim?" A chubby boy asked.
"Um—well kind of...I'm a bit more permanent." Siria said slowly.
The kids looked at her with shock, "what? No Asha."
"No Aravinda"
"No Lev"
Siria looked at their angry faces uneasily. She hesitated. She wanted to run screaming out of the cabin when Mouse stepped up next to her. "Hey, leave her alone."
"Shut up, you just like her cause she brought you back something from the City." Don yelled.
"You're just jealous, Don!"
"Don stood over Mouse. "What did you say you little runt?"
Mouse puffed up. "I said—"
"Ok guys, That's enough! You may not like being here but tough luck; it could be worst."
"Like who?" Don asked.
"Like maybe a zombie or something."
"Zombies aren't real."
"How do you know?"
"Have you every seen a zombie?"
"No, have you?"
"No, so they don't exist." Don crossed his arms.
"But if you haven't seen one how can you say they don't exist?" The kids looked at Siria in a stumped state. "Ok, I win go do your chores."
"What?" The kids screamed in what seemed like unison.
"If you stump me you don't have to do your chores..., but get stumped bye, bye loser chore time." Grumbling the kids moved to do their chores and Siria survived the first day