Sebastian's

Kennedy was laughing so much she would soon lose her balance. "Oh my God! He passed out! Hahahah!!"

"That's not funny! He is our president!" I said pulling her arm back to the center of the bed. "Besides, he passed out because of a food our Chief made. Imagine if it was you who'd eaten."

She recomposed herself a bit. "Yes, but it wasn't me, and the president is an ass, Alek told me."

"Alek told me that the sun is blue and I believed it! Nanana!"

Soon there was a pillow flying toward my nose. "Shut up! Not again, Sebastian! I was just saying that president Gene is really an ass: he was taken to Section 4 and I passed there to check him out... he had such a rude personality."

"Maybe because Snowfields had given him spoiled food minutes ago."

"It was not Snowfields, idiot. It was the Chief."

I said nothing, and looked out through the window. The Chef I knew would never let a single damaged grain of rice pass to the pan, even if it was in the middle of a hundred other grains. Of course, it may have been a human mistake. But he was not human, so that hypothesis was lame.

Kennedy placed her palm on my chest and began pushing me backwards so I lied my head on a pillow. "You should rest this confused mind of yours... there will be no poisoned food tomorrow."

I accommodated myself between her pillows (including the one she's thrown at me). "Yes, except for me."

"Why?"

"Tomorrow is Sunday."

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The days of the week passed by so fast it scared me. I didn't like Sundays, because Sunday is when things usually turned upside down. Beginning with my person waking up at Kennedy's room - and in her bed. Of course we had woken up in each others bed many times before; but those quick sleep overs ended when Aleksei Novgorod entered in our lives.

I turned to face Kennedy. She had her hair rested on the pillow so it wasn't looking like a lampshade bulb. But although the thing I liked to do the most was calling her a lamp, her hair actually fascinated me; it was not like anyone else's. It was 8 o'clock in the morning, so I decided to wake her up with the sound of my toothbrush. She was soon with her hair at the right lamp position and I with clothes not wrinkled, ready to the weekly breakfast the boss invented to ilude the lower floors like ourselves. After all, it was Sunday.

As soon we stepped into the breakfast big hall Kennedy was called to the main table by her fiancé. She walked there with a smile the size of the moon and large steps which reminded me an astronaut while I followed wishing I was anywhere else but there. Angelina Firenze today had waken up early; she was looking like someone recently showered. Her hair was still wet and her face lustrous and clean, with only a light layer of lipstick. She had also a purple flower on her left ear, and I recognized it as being an Aubrieta, her favorite.

She hadn't given a glimpse on my direction, and it was incredible how I was aware about all that stuff about her appearance because I haven't looked at her either. Even if I had, the first thing my eyes would encounter would be Snowfields... and that was something I sincerely didn't want to see. He was serving himself a loaf of the fat bread placed in front of him while a servant poured juice in his glass. I imagined the servant dropping the jar above his head and the red liquid full of sugar sticking on his clothes. He was wearing a gray pullover that emphasized his soul that looked like a rock. In fact, it was the first time in history that our leader was wearing something ordinary like a pullover, so 1 point for him.

Aleksei was on his diagonal, so Kennedy sat beside him, and I on her other side. Thanks god, this way there was a good distance between me and them.

Throughout the first half hour of breakfast things stayed the same. The love birds Kennedy and Aleksei laughed and hugged each other like two pandas. It was cute the way they talked, I felt like having a fiancé too. Angelina, sometimes, would lean towards Snowfields and make comments that I couldn't understand. Soon enough I was quietly leaving the table with the classic bathroom excuse. It is funny how little things can break you apart, how a single person can get you devastated, and how you wished to live in a parallel world, just to panda-hug this person and say how much she still meant to you. The fact was that I had a so intense desire to see Angelina leaning on me instead of him that I simply couldn't bear looking at her.

"Sebastian!"

I turned around. There she was, high heeled and gorgeous as she has always been. For some people, 10 years really don't mean anything.

"Hi, Bridgette."