Chapter 5... The Tour

This is my brother's robot and a few of his teammates.
Image courtesy of  The Ladybots

Hello, my lovelies. I'm back! Did you miss me? It's been like two weeks since I talked to you. Has anything interesting happened over those two weeks? I haven't done anything. Wait, thats not quite true. I went the West Super-regionals robotics competition. My brother's team, the Ladybots, was competing. It started out really well, but then their robot started having problems, and it took them almost the whole competition to fix it. It was fixed just in time for their last match, which they won. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to get them into the finals. The whole competition lasted 2 days. It was really cool to be able to watch all the robots competing. Some of them were really complex. Others were pretty simple, but they were still great robots. The winning robot, witch scored a new world record of 877 points, looked like a big pile of metal. It was a really great experience, and I hope my team gets to go next year.

I think the last part I posted was when Anny saw the room that she would be sleeping in. She compared it to her room at home. Shawn offered to take Anny on a tour of the compound. Anny says she want to see everything.
By the way, I wanted to ask you something. I've been thinking of rewriting a few chapters so they're told from Shawn's perspective. The way it is now, you don't really get to know anything that Shawn feels. You only see little glimpses of feeling that he shows Anny. What do you think about that? Please tell me if you think that would be a good idea. I'm still deciding if I'm gonna do it.

Chapter 5

The first place Shawn took me was the dining hall. I thought it looked like a school cafeteria. It was a big, open room. Long rectangular tables and benches ran the length of the room. At one end of the room, there was a counter, presumably where the food was served. A door was in the wall near the counter. I guessed it led to the kitchen.

“On a normal weekday, breakfast is from 7 to 9, lunch is from 12 to 1, and dinner is from 6 to 8. On the weekends, breakfast and lunch are pushed back an hour.” Shawn told her.

“How’s the food?” I asked.  

“Not bad. It’s actually pretty good, especially the desserts. There are a few fairies who work in the kitchen, and they are excellent cooks.”

“There are fairies here? Where? Can I meet them?” I asked excitedly.

“We have a few fairies staying here. War refugee’s, trying to help end it from here. One of the most important refugee’s is Dalen own sister, Shahira. You’ll meet her soon enough. Let’s keep moving. There’s still lots to see.” We walked off, passing more groups of running children.

The next place Shawn took me was the training room. On one side of the room, there was a row of targets. Next to the targets was a rack of bows and another of quivers full of arrows. Next to the bows was a table covered in an array of knives. On the other side of the room was three square padded rings and a line of punching bags.

“This is where I work,” Shawn said proudly. “The training room.” He walked over to the knife table and picked one up. He turned it over in his hand before suddenly throwing it. The knife flew through the air, spinning end over end, until it slammed into a target. I walked over to the target the knife had hit and saw that it was in the exact middle of the target.