Chapter 1 – They are working?
The plane form Europe, landed at the air port at exact 4 pm. She had fallen asleep on the plane. And now she could barely tell what was up and down, then she had left it was early morn' and now it was way past noon. She had gotten the location of her school over the phone, her parents had arranged an apartment for her, it was an half hotel half apartment building, "Bellator" was the name. They informed her that they unfortunately couldn't find anyone to escort her through the city, so she was on her own. And here she was, at the front of the the airport, she had just passed through the doors and looked around nervously, no prawns, good. Two bags followed her closely. through the mass of people on over to a taxi. She got in and sighed, she was not used to crowded places, but thought that she would probably get used to that as time passed.
The chauffeur began driving, as soon as she had told him where to go. She sunk back in her seat suddenly feeling lost "maybe it was a bad idea to come here" but it was too late to turn back around now. All she could do was to try and get the best out of what she got. The car pulled over and stopped at her street. She paid the chauffeur and got her things, and as soon as she got out he was gone. Over all mountains, just anywhere but there. She cursed under her breath, and went up the street to find the hotel. Even here were there many people, they were running up and down the street to make it to their appointment. She looked around, everything was so stressful, but yet she felt calm.
A look to the other side of the road made her come to and abrupt stop. Three tall prawns was over there in the middle of carrying boxes of cloth into a cloth store. "What? T-they are working?" she thought, and couldn't believe her eyes. Weren't they suppose to be killing instead of working? She caught herself starring and went back to walking. She finally found the place, it was no fancy place but it was comfortable and welcoming. The owner was very pleased to see her, Mr. Johnson was his name. He was an elder man probably in his mid 60's, he had those shining eyes, that told that he really had been getting wiser with age. And one big smile that couldn't be torn off his face it seemed. The ground floor, was for entertainment, while first floor was for hotel guests and second floor was the apartment sector. She found her room at the second floor, it was a middle sized apartment, the kitchen and living room was put together to one room. There were already some furniture like a sofa and dinning table,The bathroom had a bathtub, she had always wanted one of those. And in the bedroom which was the last room, was a big four posters bed. Of course there were drawers and cupboards too, but that was mostly it. She smiled for herself as she threw herself in the bed, it was so soft! She couldn't suppress the laughter that pressed it's way out. After she had inspected the rooms once more, she began unpacking.
She hurried down the stairs, two steps at a time. Mr. Johnson laughed at her and she shot him a smile before disappearing through the door. It was 6 pm and she had checked the fridge, but of course it was empty, she was not sure what she had expected, but it was EMPTY! And she just couldn't stand having a fridge that was that. And she wanted to explore this part of town as well. She found a little food store not too far from the hotel and the prices weren't bad either. She decided that if she needed something, she would go there unless she found something better. Her brown hair swayed as she was strolling down town, the sun setting in west and it was already beginning to get dark. People were long gone, home with their family, eating dinner. She sighed happily then she reached the hotel. A nagging fear had been in her stomach, she was scared of running into one of those prawns. She had heard rumors about gang members at home. They were said to rape and torture their victim before killing them, but only if they begged for mercy. She sent the nasty thoughts away and entered, Mr. Johnson were sitting at his desk, eating lasagne. On the opposite side of the desk sat a prawn, also eating lasagne. She froze in her tracks and couldn't help but stare at them in confusion. Mr. Johnson greeted her and she gave him a nervous smile, the prawn turned and meet the gaze. He was tall, but most of them were, his eyes were like gold and his skin were crimson red with black and gray spots. He gave her an approving nod and turned back to his food and the conversation with Mr. Johnson. There were a lot of clicking sounds and she couldn't understand a word of what he said. Johnson on the other hand nodded and came with sharp remarks. He understood anything, and suddenly the both began laughing.
She just shook her head and went back to her room. A late cooked meal and a hot bath was all it took for her to be ready for tomorrow, and of course a good night sleep.