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Chapter 11


Ophelia's pov:

The man puts his hand on my back and guides me out of the store. I look around and this must be the center of the town/city or whatever it is. I think it's a town, it looks friendlier than a city and more spacious. This must be the center because there are a bunch of small stores and buildings. It all forms a circle. In the middle is a bridge and a stream under it. There are flowers and street lamps everywhere. It's so pretty everything is red, pink and green. Mainly red and pink, the green is like for railings or the edges of roofs, door frames, and the grass where the flowers are, even the water is green, but like clear green. The street lamps are black. The paths that connect everything are light gray and stone. Everything looks so happy and inviting.

I try to walk to the bridge but something stops my feet. I look down and see a tail around my feet. Whose tail is this?!? I start panicking. Am I getting kidnapped again?? I'm scared to turn around but I do. Oh it's just the man. I look at him. "Don't walk away," he says. Did he have to scare me though?

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We walk to this building. It's a restaurant. Why are we at a restaurant? This building also doesn't have a name but there are tables and stuff. There's a line of people waiting to get in but the man drags me right into the building and walks to the table that's always at the front of restaurants. This place is fancy, like really fancy. There are gold lines on the walls and the poles that hold the ceiling have fancy lines in them and those weird symbols. The tables and chairs are fancy and it sounds like a restaurant. I've never been in one before, I always looked in the windows as I walked by longing that I would be able to step into one. It smells even nicer inside than it does outside. I hear the plates move and people talk in the background. The walks are a light blue, like a whitish blue.

I look at all the people, they're dressed so fancy and I look at myself. I'm dressed fancy too. The pants that cover my feet and the sleeves that almost reach my knees. I look next to me at the man. He's wearing a long sleeve dark blue shirt and black pants. We don't look as fancy as everyone else but at least we look better than we did in the cave. I tune back into reality, if this is even reality, maybe this is all a dream and it's still the purple moon.

The man in the suit behind the table thing keeps talking to us. He's even trying to talk to me but I have no idea what he's saying. It sounds like complete nonsense. Seth says something and the man looks annoyed. He walks over to a table and we follow. It's in a corner next to the wall and windows. The man says something else and leaves.

"He always talks too damn much" he whisper-talks to me and hands me a folder. I take the folder and look at it. It has food on it. I open it up and look at everything. It's all in that other language. I look up to the man "what does this say?" I ask him. He looks at the folder and translates everything. I didn't know what any of them were. They all sounded so fancy but I heard chicken, it's also the only thing I remember. "What do you want?" "Chicken" "how do you want it cooked?" What does he mean? Do people eat chicken raw? I thought raw chicken was bad, it had salmon or something in it. I don't want to eat raw chicken that turns into salmon or turns me into a salmon. I don't want to live the rest of my life as a fish.

"Cooked?" I look at him. He rests his head on his hand and looks at me. "I mean do you want it fried or baked?" I don't know what either of those are but I don't want to annoy him. "Uh fried?" "Alright" he says.

A lady walks over and the man talks to her and they talk and then she leaves. "She said your food will come soon." Why only mine? Did he not get any? Did the chicken cost too much? Now I feel bad. "Did you get food?" I ask him. "I don't like food," he says. Who doesn't like food? How does someone survive without food? "Are you sure? I don't need chicken if it costs too much." "I'm fine and the chicken isn't too much, I actually don't like food, it makes me sick." Well that's something I've never heard before. I look outside, it's not as bright anymore, now it's like normal, early noon lighting.

I look around and see that no one else is wearing shoes. Actually, I haven't seen anyone wear shoes, I haven't even seen shoes. "Why does no one wear shoes?" I ask the man. He looks at me, "because they're not needed here, only humans wear shoes." Well that's weird. "Then how come there are socks?" "Well in case your feet are cold, which usually doesn't happen here but sometimes it does, or in case you don't want dirty feet." This is so weird, well everything here is so weird. It's a weird place.

The lady comes back and puts the plate in front of me. I just noticed her nails, they're so pretty. "You have such pretty nails," I tell her but then she looks confused. The man tells her what I said in their language and she smiles at me and I smile back. She turns around and leaves.

"Already making friends?" I look at the man. Is it that easy? All I have to do is say something nice? "Well if it's that easy then yes." He laughs and looks out the window. I look down at the chicken, it looks good. I haven't eaten this often in I don't know how long. 2 meals in 3-4 days is so rare. And having clothes that are in one piece is amazing. Is this what it's like to have money? Is this what it's like to be lucky? If so, I'll do a lot to keep it. I wish all those people with houses knew how lucky they are.

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We left the restaurant. It's slowly getting darker out but it still seems like the morning or early afternoon. Maybe their time is different.

"Is there anything you want to do?" The man asked me. He's already done so much, too much. I shake my head. "Alright then let's get your teeth fixed, or redone in this case." What does he mean redone? Are they getting rid of my teeth? I've heard people talk about their mouth bleeding when they went to the dentist. That sounds terrifying. I don't want to go if that happens.

"Don't worry, you won't feel anything, I had tooth work done before" he says as if he can read my mind. Well if he had to go and is alive right now, I'm sure it's not that bad.

We walk to yet another building. I almost walked into someone on the way over here. It was embarrassing.

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