Avery hadnât budged, even though she began to hear the voices of others. As weird as it may seem, she was more frightened of having to interact with her nine other âteammatesâ than anything else sheâd have to do in Maya Virtuele. She had a feeling she would do something wrong, and then all nine of them would want nothing to do with her anymore. She would once again be alone, even though she was amongst a group. It was the story of her life. And especially since Brody left her, she had lost any confidence he had given her.
A girl named Sailor came up beside her and introduced herself, however a guy named Jesse approached her and they began having a conversation amongst themselves, and Avery was once again temporarily forgotten. She half-listened to their conversation, hearing why they both wanted to save the world and whatnot. It was all great, but she was completely focused on the mission. She had no doubt she would get to know the nine of them over their journey together.
Dr. Leblanc had specifically said there would be transportation waiting for them when they arrived. They were on a secluded beach surrounded on three sides by jagged rocks. There was only one way transportation could come, and it was the way she was staring, towards the ocean. Yet she saw nothing except water. She was confused, honestly. Her thoughts were momentarily broken up by a red head coming up beside her and lightly nudging her. âChloe, Chloe FergusonâŠCJ actually,â she said, almost proudly.
Once again, Avery was going to respond when someone else beat her to it. Johnny, he said, or a bunch of other random nicknames. He seemed quirky as well, but in a likeable, funny way. Not in a quiet way, like her. She sighed softly, turning back towards the ocean. Everyone seemed to want to talk with everybody else⊠except her. She pushed the thoughts out of her head. She had to stop feeling sorry for herself. It wasnât going to help.
A loud noise startled her, and she jumped with surprise. âAlright, alright, we can become friends later. I think we need a game plan we are, after all, trying to save the world. Why donât we start off with introductions? I donât know any of your names.â He paused, and she turned to look over her shoulder. He spoke again, âIâm Wes MacKnight.â She paused for a second, watching him. He seemed like the bad boy type, and he was strong, and extremely handsome. There was something about him that just drew her to him. He was totally different than her, seemingly the complete opposite. Yet she turned away, knowing there was no way he would ever be interested in her. And there was still Brody.
Everyoneâs attention was focused on each other, so they didnât see what Avery saw. On the horizon, a small dot appeared. She leaned forward and squinted, making sure she wasnât daydreaming. But it was getting larger. Her breath caught in her throat. âThere!â she exclaimed loudly, pointing her finger towards the growing object. It was obviously some kind of ship, and it was most certainly heading straight for them. In all her excitement, she didnât even realize she had spoken. Once she did, her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. That most certainly wasnât like her.
The ship got larger, and it looked to be some kind of high-end yacht, which surprised her. And it looked big. That thing had to cost more than both of her parentâs salaries combined. It stopped a ways off from shore, the white hull gleaming in the sun. She watched with great interest, noticing there seemed to be movement from the ship, and then something small entered the water and began speeding toward them. It was coming relatively fast, and she backed up out of the water and moved to the side to give it room. Shortly, it reached the shore and stopped. It was a simple, small wooden life boat, probably just big enough for the ten of them. She walked towards it slowly, examining it from one end to the other. âWell, thatâs just oddâŠâ she commented, noticing there was no motor, and nobody piloting it. She turned towards the others, and gave them a simple shrug of the shoulders. This was truly a mystery.