Chapter 15: UnDead Girl by Stephen Simpson
Mya told her, “There’s a bathroom through that door.”
Genesis looked over her shoulder and followed the direction
of Mya’s pointing finger, with her eyes. Although the door was flush with the
wall, Genesis noticed the silver doorknob between all the colours in the mural.
Genesis pulled the door open to find a tiny bathroom, and
quickly changed into the tracksuit she brought with her. She lifted the hoodie
to cover her snow-white hair. Confused, at first, she fingered the long
corkscrew hanging on a thin thread from the hem of the tracksuit top. It was in
the shape of a T with the crossbar made of wood and the long silver part
twirled into a sharp point.
“You
ready?” Mya called and pulled Genesis from her morbid reverie over the
corkscrew she held in her hand.
Genesis smiled at her when she stepped from the small
cubicle. Mya looked so hopeful and friendly, and she thought maybe everything
will be okay. “Yeah, let’s go. We don’t want to be late.”
The dining room was a long way from the dorms and Genesis
followed Mya along the shiny white corridors, turning left or right at some
junctions, and she wondered if she would ever find her way back to their room.
Deep in denial, Genesis convinced herself, her life had not flipped onto its head in the last forty-eight hours. She could almost pretend it was the same today as it had been yesterday. Almost.
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