“Congratulations!” Dee shouted as she met her in the hall way. “ You were in there for ages, but your officially CHECKED IN!”
Mollie couldn’t help but smile. Dee was certainly over the moon that she had caved in. “What was that about a test?”
Dee looked confused, then just waved her hands.
“Oh ignore them. They do a test against some questions to see if you lied, and I’m not sure but I think they check out your life as well. Do a bit of digging. I think it’s to see where you got your genes from that makes you like us. All goes towards finding others.” Dee told her, leading her back down the hall way.
“Do I have to stay in that room?” Mollie asked. Dee nodded.
“Till the report comes back at least. Though I’ll work on getting you rights to see more of the house. The first floor is most probably the worst floor.”
Mollie sighed and carried on walking. That was it; she had finally done it. But whether it was the right choice or not she didn’t know. Toby’s story had really scared her. If it was true, she would be a danger to her family if she returned.
She let Dee ramble on without actually taking in anything she was saying. She soon found herself in her usual room and she went straight for the bed. She curled up tight and closed her eyes.
“Are you okay?” Dee asked, concerned.
“Yeah …” Mollie muttered, turning to face the wall.
“Look,” Dee said softly, sitting on the end of her bed. “I know you think you’ve lost, but honestly the longer you stay here, the more this will feel like home and your old home will become the past”
“Hmm” Mollie mumbled. She didn’t trust herself to speak. Her emotions were everywhere recently and it wasn’t to do with Dee.
“Would you like me to go?” Dee asked, uncertain. Mollie shrugged.
Dee stood up and headed to the door. But as she reached out to open it, Mollie turned around.
“Tell me about your family, Dee.” She said. Dee brightened at the question and went to sit back down on the bed.
“Well my mum is called Anna. She can sense lies a mile away. Honestly, it was horrible growing up. It had taken her a while to realise her power when she was younger. Well she had always known about it, but of course it was natural to her.”
Mollie sat up, so she was eye level to her friend.
“Was she born here as well?” she asked. Dee nodded.
“Yeah. From what I can remember, I think she comes from one of the first families here. My dad, on the other hand, was brought here when he was eighteen. He didn’t come from the greatest of parents I don’t think - he never talks about them - but he was over the moon when he came. Didn’t create half the fuss you’ve made.”
Mollie laughed. “Have I been the worse?” She asked. Dee tilted her head, thinking.
“No, I don’t think so. There have probably been worse. Though you have definitely a pain.” She added, laughing.
“My dad’s called Tom.” She carried on. “He can make the best pizza you will ever have tasted, but of course that’s not his power. He can change his appearance. Actually, when he first met my mother, she was playing hard to get right, and told him she didn’t go for boys with blonde hair. Just like that, he changed it to brown.”
She laughed aloud, and it was such a sweet sound. Mollie was beginning to cheer up despite how homesick she was.
“Can he turn into anything?” Mollie asked, curiously.
“Anything but animals. And for some reason, he struggles with ginger hair. He’s never got the hack of that.”
Mollie burst out laughing.
“And then I have a sister called Trix. She was part of the group that fetched you.” Dee said.
“Oh yeah, I remember her.” Mollie muttered, her face darkening. She was the girl who had pulled her rather roughly from the van.
“Yeah, she can be a pig sometimes. I think she gets jealous of people from outside because she has never experienced it properly. Don’t let her get to you.” Dee told her.
“What’s her power?” Mollie asked.
“She has a horrible power. I don’t want to talk about it.” Dee whispered, looking away. Mollie looked at her curiously but let it drop.
“What’s it like upstairs?” Mollie wondered, changing the subject.
“Hmm. It’s just normal you know. Everyone has their own bedroom, and then they share their living quarters with four others. There’s a massive communal kitchen area on the third floor, where most people decide to eat. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.“ She tilted her head grinning. “Though now your checked in, you’ll find out soon enough” she said smiling.
Mollie forced a smile. She wasn't sure yet whether that was a good thing or a bad thing.