Carlos stood there, staring at me as the pool of people spilled out and into the hall. I started to walk with them, following my family but continuously looking at him. I was the first one to look away. We were entering into the assignment hall the opposite of where we came in for breakfast. I off and on looked up at the lights, trying to see if they would go haywire again. They didn't though, still the normal lights they were. We all checked the list of people and their assignment sections, I am in the Kitchen this time. For the assignments, well... they switch every so often but there isn't much else to do once you get every assignment you usually can. Almost to a bore, but I can't complain at least i'm healthy. As I enter my hall for the assignment the long array of people begin to spill away to different sections, this time i'm with my sister Clove. I asked her a question about the boys.
"What do you think of Vayden, Carlos, and Jeremy? Do you think their straight up weird or really unique."
She looked at me in a are-you-looking-for-a-serious-answer sort of a look. She turned her head from me and looked forward, as if she was reading answers from a board at the end of our hall.
"I'm not sure. To be honest everyone is unique, no one is the same. Yet they have their own separate section of a unique, not quite weird. So my answer could go both ways." She replied.
I looked at her and was confused, i'm sure she knew why. She likes to give confusing answers. It happens often actually.
"That was absolutely no help, thanks." I said, giving a obvious fake smile.
We reached the end of our hall. We already knew we were going to help with cooking, but I was still surprised of the amount of people coming with us to help. Very, very little amount. Of course I questioned it, just not out loud.
"Good morning..." Said a voice to our right. Familiar, just couldn't put a pin on it...We all turned out heads to see who it was, all at once.
"Today you all will be helping with chicken noodle soup, you'll all want to try your best. After all your eating this for dinner later." When we turned our heads we seen that the person speaking to us was our Chef Freckles. That isn't his real last name of course, it's Fredrickson. Chef Fredrickson has freckles on any visible part of his skin, so that's what we decided to nickname him. He doesn't mind it though.
"Your individual jobs are listed on the sheet, this shouldn't be new. Find your name, follow the boxes, and find your job. If you finish before assignment hours are over help with dishes or help with other jobs around the kitchen. If you are cooking, the amounts are listed on the recipe right in front of your face on the counters. Get started." Chef Freckles ended off with a huff and walked around the kitchen. I walked into the isle of people behind the list and snuck into the front, I looked at the list and of course followed the boxes that led me to chopping carrots. Following dish cleaning. Easy enough. I walked toward the supplies and I grabbed a cutting board and a knife. I set that down on the counter and walked over to the sink to put my hair up in a hair net and wash my hands, putting on gloves. My sister called me over and asked what my job was in the kitchen.
"I have to chop up carrots and do the dishes. What about you?" I asked.
"I have to chop celery and then help tend the soup as it cooks." She took a pause and continued, "Haha, you have to do the dishes."
She stuck out her tongue as a tease and I copied her. Seeming like a person standing in a mirror. I rinsed the carrots after grabbing them from our produce section and began to chop while my sister started up a conversation.
"So, what's up with those boys?" She asked me, giving me a smile.
"Nothing really, we talked about the lights this morning but other than that everything was norm-" I stoped myself. Fixing my mistake and decided to tell her the truth.
"Normal?" She tried filling the gap in the sentence.
"Actually...It wasn't. Carlos is acting odd, of course I think that they are always odd. But he was staring at me." I said as I sped up my chopping without noticing. I was looking at her now. Not my hands.
"Staring at you? Like a full on death stare? Staring contest? Or maybe a blank stare?" She began to blurt out her guesses.
"Like a blank stare..." My chopping sped up.
"Myla, your-" She looked down at the spill of blood as it poured down off of the counters edge, her eyes wide.