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Chapter 8: California Dreamin'
"Well, here we are. My aunt and uncle live here." Chelsea said as they
approached a semi-detached house on the south side of the city. It was
perfectly identical to the one before it and the one following it,
tinted in a shade of pink.
To tell the truth, all the houses in the area looked alike. Probably
they were built all together, at the time of Spiral's population boom.
Whoever had built them must have earned enough to settle for a lifetime.
Opening the gate that let inside the front garden of the right side of
the building, Rachel noticed that Chelsea had stopped to look at an old
Kawasaki motorcycle in front of the garage door.
"Oh no, don't tell me he's here too!" Chelsea said.
A tall boy, blond hair cut short in a crewcut and a t-shirt of a rock
band on his chest, opened the front door flashing them a huge smile.
"Good evening cousin, won't you introduce me to your charming friend?"
"Don't flirt with Rachel, Chad... She just swings another way."
Rachel looked at him in awe. Chelsea's cousin, Chad, up to a year
before, when he had last visited her, was short, insecure and wore thick
glasses. She knew that in the meantime he had undergone his Twist, but
she never bothered to ask what it was.
"What a pity, such a pretty girl," he said looking disapponted. "Come on
in."
"And what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in San Diego?" said
Chelsea. "Maybe even there they didn't want to see your ugly face?"
"Haha, very funny little cousin. If you'd rather not see me, I can
always go back south. I'm on vacation and I came to visit Mom and Dad."
The two girls followed him inside where a woman was waiting in the
living room. She had fair eyes and hair, very similar to Chad's. She had
to be Lisa, Chelsea's aunt that Rachel had never met.
"Welcome, how was the trip? It must have been long from that far...
west..." she said, hesitating on the last words.
"Mom, they don't come from Japan!" Chad said, chuckling. "Excuse her.
It's her Twist. She can't tell left from right anymore."
"Oh. Yeah, I'm sorry," said Lisa embarrassed. "You must be Rachel,
Chelsea's friend. Nice to meet you! My name is Lisa. I have to admit
that you look really young for a college student!"
"Her Twist's to blame, it makes her look younger," Chelsea replied
quickly, without another word.
"Oh! Well, one day you will be happy to look a few years younger, I
guess..."
Not to look fifteen though, Rachel thought uncomfortably.
"Well, settle down. I got the guest room ready for you. You won't mind
sleeping in the same bed right? Both of you are girls..." Lisa said, and
Chad could hardly keep himself from laughing out. Chelsea froze him with
a stare.
They moved into the guest room, a room with a double bed overlooking the
back garden. A pleasant breeze was blowing in through the open window.
"Don't mind my cousin, Rachel," said Chelsea as soon as they were alone.
" Since he had his Twist he's become a womanizer. He just can't stay
away from the girls. I know it's annoying. For a moment I thought I'd
tell him who you are just to see his face. Then I thought it wasn't a
good idea."
"Thank you, Chelsea. I don't think I want my past to be public knowledge
here in Spiral. It would be just too embarrassing. And your cousin
was... well let's just say that I don't like to attract this kind of
attention, but I guess I'll have to get used to it."
Then she chuckled.
"But your aunt, with that "you won't mind sleeping together" alomost
made me burst out laughing! I wonder what she would think if she knew
about us..."
Chelsea burst out giggling too, then gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
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The next morning, Chad drove them to Harrington College.
The building must have been erected in the eighteenth or nineteenth
century by some wealthy family, perhaps thanks to the money raised by
one of the merchants or sailors who sailed the Pacific in search of
wealth. Restored and re-ordered it looked austere and majestic, with an
English college feeling. Perched on a cliff just outside the city, to
the north, the site offered a breathtaking view of the ocean.
Rachel said goodbye to Chelsea, though unfortunately not with a kiss,
and Chad before heading for the entrance. The front side of the main
building of the college overlooked a park, many boys and girls were
sitting there studying on the various benches or in the shade of the
trees. Many had strange physical characteristics that identified them as
unequivocally Twisted, and Rachel knew that others had to be too while
not showing it so openly. The sight made ??her feel more at ease,
although it was certainly strange for a person who grew up among the
"normals".
The bust of a middle-aged woman, in bronze, dominated a flowerbed in
front of the main door. A plaque identified her as Grace Ashley
Harrington, Nobel Prize for Medicine in 2083 for her studies on Twisted
biology, born in 2011 and dead in 2090.
Rachel, dragging a trolley behind her, made ??her way along the
corridors to the students office, where she deposited her data and
showed the e-mail from the Foundation. The secretary, a short, balding
guy who didn't seem very interested in his job, mechanically inserted
the data, checked something on the computer and gave Rachel some forms
to sign.
In moments, the girl received a beautiful white plastic badge with her
picture and the words: R. M. Lewis, biology. The Secretary also informed
her of her accommodation: dormitory room B 204.
The dorm turned out to be a three-storey building, modern and boxy, with
an anonymous white facade. It was located at the far end of the campus
and Rachel arrived there going through the area that was behind the main
building of the college, used as an accomodation and services area. In
addition to other four dormitories of various sizes, there was a
football and baseball court, and a low building containing a swimming
pool and an indoor climbing wall.
Rachel walked across the common area of the dorm, on the ground floor,
consisting of a kitchen and a common room, then went up the stairs to
the second floor and there she found a room 204. She inserted the key
and discovered that the door was already open. She rotated the handle
and entered, a little surprised. She noticed it was a double room but
she didn't see anyone. I have a roommate, Rachel thought. The idea that
this could happen had never touched her, although it was the most
natural thing. After all, almost no dorm had single rooms.
"Hey, is this the way to walk in?" said a surprisingly high-pitched
female voice.
It came from a tiny creature that was on the higher of the two beds that
made up the bunk bed in the room, and Rachel had not seen her before
because she was lying on her chest. The figure took off in flight and
came closer. She was a girl, or at least she looked like one, about
twenty-five years old. She had long brown hair and blue eyes and was
wearing a baggy t-shirt, leggings and black-rimmed glasses. And she was
about four inches tall and hovered in the air courtesy of a pair of
shimmering wings. Rachel looked at her open-mouthed.
"So? Are you going to stare like that for a long time or do you want to
explain what are you doing in my room?" she said, with an accent that
Rachel couldn't identify.
Rachel mumbled something incoherent, then showed her the key.
"OK, so you're my new roommate. My name's Arianna. A-ri-anna, not Ei-re-
annah or something like that. I know that I have a strange look, but you
can close your mouth. You know, you're not the prototype of a normal
either, with that hair and eyes of yours. Obviously I'm not Tinkerbell.
I'm just a Twisted."
Rachel flushed.
"I'm sorry, it's just that I'm not used to having so many Twisted
around. Back where I come from I was the only one, along with a couple
of friends. I'm Rachel, nice to meet you," she started to offer her her
hand, before realizing the strangeness of the thing. Arianna grabbed it
with both hands and moved up and down in the air quickly, shaking it in
the process.
"Don't tell me. Twisted are very rare in Italy. I was the only one in my
class in high school. They treated me like I was their mascot, at least
until I turned a couple of them into fairies," she said.
Rachel looked at her oddly.
"It 's my Trick. If I use it on a person, he or she shrinks down to my
stature and grows wings for a bit. If I use it on an object, however, it
shrinks permanently. Scale 1 to 17.32 specifically."
"So you're Italian. That's the reason for that strange name and the
accent. What're you doing here?" she asked. Then she answered it
herself: likely, the same I'm doing here.
"Actually I'm half American. My mother is from Los Angeles but has been
living in Rome since she was twelve years old. I was tired of being
looked upon as a freak, so I came here. You don't know how little people
take you seriously just because you're as tall as a doll."
Arianna returned to the upper bed and picked up what looked like a
fairy-sized textbook.
"Anyway, settle down. I'm going to study on the roof, no one will bother
me there. See you dear!"
The girl flew out of the window and left Rachel alone and still a bit
dazed. It will take time to get used to this, she thought.
She slowly emptied her luggage. She imagined the upper bed belonged to
Arianna, so she got Snow settled on the lower bed. There was a simple
white wardrobe and she opened it. She found it completely empty except
for a drawer at the bottom, which contained clothes and accessories
lined up in perfect order that, given their size, must have belonged to
her roommate. They seemed to have come right out of a doll house.
Slowly, her stuff joined the wardrobe, filling the empty areas.
She had just finished when Arianna returned. She put down the book on
her bed and flew at Rachel.
"So, you want to take a look around the campus?"
Rachel nodded.
"Well, come with me. I'll be your guide," Arianna said, before sitting
down on Rachel's left shoulder.
They went down to the ground floor, where Arianna greeted a couple of
guys who were playing cards, and got out in the park.
"So Rachel, where are you from?"
"I come from the east. Well, not the east coast. Just a little east of
here. People there were not very happy with my Twist either. I guess
they find it weird."
"Why? You aren't one of those psychopaths who shoot fireballs from their
hands, are you?"
Rachel thought of the way she slammed Adrian to the ground a few nights
before. Did an ability like that classify her as a dangerous Twisted?
"Not really, no. My main Trick is to create an energy barrier to protect
me. Nothing dangerous."
"And then there are the hair and eyes. You look really exotic you know?
Although here in Spiral you'll see some weird stuff. Well, you've
already seen me." Arianna said.
"Yes, actually I did not look like this before..." Rachel said,
immediately regretting that she let that slip.
"Let me guess, you were ugly and fat and you've won the Twist lottery?"
Arianna asked jokingly.
Rachel bit her tongue not to reply badly. "Something like that, yes..."
she answered bitterly.
Now they were near the front door to the pool, and Arianna snapped in
flight from Rachel's shoulder waving "big " strokes at a couple of
people walking in the opposite direction. The first was a tall blonde
and very serious looking girl. She was attractive, but looked like she
carefully avoided showing it. The other was a shorter boy. There was
something wrong in the way he moved, but Rachel couldn't just figure out
what it was.
He walked to the two and Arianna.
"Hello Ari, how are you?" said the boy, with a very strange sounding
voice. Rachel looked better, realizing that despite being apparently
human his face seemed to have been crudely modeled, rather than being
natural.
"Hello, this is Rachel, she just arrived and she's my roommate. Rachel,
these are Samantha and Daniel."
"Nice to meet you," said Daniel, while Samantha only gave her a nod.
Rachel tried not to stare at Daniel and his strange appearance, but
apparently she couldn't do it very well, because he looked at her with a
smile - or at least trying to smile - and said:
"I have something wrong with the face again right? It's difficult to
keep me in this shape for too long."
The phrase gave Rachel more questions than answers, and Arianna seeing
her doubtful expression added:
"Daniel's Twist has made him into a shapeshifter. His natural look is...
not very human. Let's say that you wouldn't like to startle him... He
could give you a surprise!"
"Yeah. I never should have read that Lovecraft book," he said. "Well
pleased to meet you. I'll see you around!"
The two walked away while Rachel and Arianna continued to walk. "Poor
Daniel, and to say he's such a good guy. I believe he's in love with
Sammy but she's not interested. Not just for his looks. Sammy is so shy
that people think it's the result of a Twist, instead she is just like
that. She even earned the nickname Icicle"
"What do you study, Arianna?" Rachel asked, changing the subject.
"History of visual arts. I'm in the third year. And you?"
"Biology."
"You'll be fine then, here we have one of the most important
laboratories of North America studying Twisted biology."
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In the afternoon, Rachel had her first impact university courses. They
weren't the lessons themselves yet, but conference for freshmen who
wanted to go over the basics of various subjects. The college had a
dress code, though with some exceptions for Twisted students who could
not comply. For girls it included shirt, skirt, and low shoes. The thing
turned out to be unexpectedly relaxing for Rachel, who had a great
excuse to dress in a manner that satisfied her compulsions. That day's
conference consisted in an introduction to the biology of Twisted, but
Rachel soon realized that she already knew a large part of the lesson.
"The primary cause of the existence of Twisted," the teacher, a woman
about sixty years old dressed in a serious and austere manner,
explained, "is to be found in the epidemic that ravaged the world in the
first half of the century. The disease, called colloquially Antarctic
Flu, caused an extremely high number of deaths. The epidemic spread
mainly in North America, but also Europe and other continents were
affected. The cause of the infection was a virus, called the Kinkaid
Virus from the name of the Canadian Antarctic explorer who was hit
first."
"When the infected survivors had children, it was found that around
puberty they underwent a strange metamorphosis. They were the first
Twisted, from which all later ones were born."
Rachel was distracted looking around, taking a look at who else was
sitting in the classroom. There were numerous other Twisted. A tall guy
to her left had a pair of goat horns on his head, like the satyrs of
mythology. Another guy to her right had completely blue skin. She
realized with embarrassment that he kept sending lustful stares her way.
"Now, if the young lady with purple hair in the second row would like to
stop looking around..." said the professor. Rachel suddenly flushed,
looking back at the woman.
"As I was saying, the Twist is most often associated with the
formulation of new ideas than of old ones. A guy not interested in
sports, for example, might Twist when trying to play tennis. This
phenomenon results in a higher frequency of extreme alterations, in
subjective terms, with respect to minor changes. Wilson and colleagues
have suggested a role of neuronal circuits in the hippocampus tasked
with the establishment of new memories in connecting to the Darrington
field to explain it..."
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"So, how was your first day?" Chelsea asked Rachel. The two girls sat at
a table in a bar on a walk that bordered the beach. The sunset lit up
the sea with color.
"Not bad," she said, swallowing a mouthful of non-alcoholic fruit drink.
"I met my roommate. She's a rather... peculiar person. I'll introduce
you to her."
"Should I be jealous?" Chelsea asked with a grin. "Maybe I should find
some way to let people know you're taken. A choker that says "private
property" maybe..."
Rachel looked at her in astonishment.
"Just kidding you!" Chelsea added, then leaned forward to kiss her. "I
can stay until Monday, then I'll have to leave. I'll miss you, you
know?"
"I'll miss you too," Rachel said, dreading the time when they would
separate and she would be alone in the city, facing her fears.
She took her hand and held it tight, then Chelsea smiled. "I have
something for you."
She picked up her handbag and placed it on the table, then pulled
something out. It was a bracelet, a thin chain.
"Here, a gift. I want you to think about me when I'm gone..." she said
as she fastened the bracelet around Rachel's right wrist.
She was speechless. She did not know how to feel about that gift,
something so feminine... yet she felt extremely proud of having earned
the right to something like that in the eyes of Chelsea. Surely it
wasn't silver but something much cheaper, but it meant a lot to her. And
it looked good on her. For the first time, perhaps because of who was
giving it to her, she felt that very feminine accessory was in the right
place. It wouldn't be her compulsions pushing her to wear it, but her
affection to Chelsea.
"Thank you Chelsea... It means a lot to me... really."
"Will you wear it?"
"Always."
"Rachel, your eyes are all lit up!" Chelsea said, then kissed her again.
It was an intense and passionate kiss, full of their desire to be
together.
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