The sun has been down for a couple hours but I refused to return to the house. I decided to take a short stroll after meeting Green, but that short stroll quickly turned into a long one. I figured they probably hadn't even noticed I had left.
I finally had decided that it was time to return. As I neared the house I heard whooping and hollering and knew that one of the kids probably Azo was causing a ruckus. I pushed open the sliding door in the kitchen and was bombarded with the sound of cheering and someone yelling for the culprit to "get down."
"Just like home." I sighed. I pushed open the door that led to the main hallway to see Azo standing at the top of the stairs a mattress tucked under his arm like a skateboard. He threw it down on the ground and plopped down on top of it, pushing himself over the edge and slideing down.
"You are so immature," stated Myrtle as he skidded to a stop at the bottom of the stairs, "and you better have gotten that matress off of your own bed."
"Well aren't you the party pooper." Azo said as he stood up and grabbed his mattress.
He brushed past me on his way to the stairs and I grabbed his arm, "Don't stir up trouble, Azo," I nodded in Myrtle's direction, "she's not the enemy." I looked down at the mattress in his hands, "Why don't you spend your energy on other things like figureing out how to get out of here."
Azo nodded and disappeared up the stairs. I turned toward Myrtle who stood there with her arms crossed in front of her. "Well at least he listens to somebody."
I shrugged, "I guess sometimes it pays to not talk much, when you do people actually listen."
She smiles and her emerald green eyes light up. "Well at least someone seems to have some control of this place."
"Great, so I'm stuck in the house with a bunch of immature teenagers."
"Not all of us are immature," she says crossing her arms in front of her again and I realize I've offended her but she continues before I can apoligize, "and not all of us are kids."
I stare at her questioningly, "What do you mean?"
"You haven't met Red yet." She says smiling. "come with me."
I follow her in the direction on the living room where I find the rest of the kids surrounding a well dressed women about my age. Everyone looks intrigued with whatever she had been saying. I assume that Azo must have gotten bored and Myrtle's motherly insticts had persuaded her to follow him. The room gets silent as we enter and Red turns to look at me.
She stands wavy auburn hair swishing as she does. She reaches her hand out to me and I take it gingerly. "You must be Blue," she says, smiling, "You have no idea how glad I am to see you." she glances behind her to the overly excited group of teenagers. "I was starting to worry I'd have to deal with all of them myself."
"I'm just as relieved as you are." I say smiling, "you have no idea how happy I am to finally have some civilized company."