The Starr

You wake up standing in a large room, your head slightly sore. Your name is Nicole. That is the one thing you remember. Everything else is fuzzy. Where did you come from? How did you get here? What is here? None of these questions have an answer. You look up to see about twenty girls starring at you. None of them look older than twenty. They are all wearing the same types of clothing,t-shirts and jeans. Some are wearing sneakers or boots, others with flip-flops. A girl in a pink t- shirt steps forward "I'm Ky," she says. She has long blonde hair, a headband keeping the strands out of her blue eyes. Everyone else looks at you with some whispering to each other between glances. "So do you have a name?" Ky asks, the only one who seems capable of speech.