Flower Lily Club
Chapter 2 (part 1)
"Keep us up-to-date about the mission," Mr. Malone requested the girls as they rode inside the chauffeur-driven car.
"Bye!" The four said in chorus, "We'll miss you and go back as soon as possible!"
Soon the car reached the Chicago International Airport where magalona, franchessca , malaska , and patricia were met by a man who introduced himself as the pilot of their private airplane.
The private airplane the four girls were riding on took off and headed for Seattle as soon as everything was loaded.
Magalona asked them a few minutes after takeoff, "What do you think Seattle looks like?"
"I don't know but I sure hope people there are nice," Malaska hopefully stated.
"What hotel will we stay while going to Ridgeway?" Franchessca asked while Patricia looked for her mission papers.
"Ah, here it is," Patricia announced, "we'll stay at Bushwell Plaza in Apartment 8B"
"In what apartments do Freddie and Carly live?" Magalona asked.
"I don't know it's not included in the papers," Patricia answered while showing the documents to the others.
After about four hours of travelling to Seattle, they finally reached the destination.
"Wow, pretty cold in here," Franchessca commented as they went out of the plane. She hugged herself to preserve her body heat.
"It's hard adjusting from a tropical climate into a temperate one," Magalona confessed.
In their early years, they lived in Asia near the equator which has tropical climate and has two pronounced seasons, rain and sun, and they travelled to North America two years ago far from the equator which has a temperate climate. This climate has four pronounced seasons, summer, winter, fall, and spring.
"I agree," Patricia said. "Think about travelling from a place where your mean temperature is at least twenty degrees and now you are stepping on the land where temperature is supposedly ten degrees Celsius!"
"Now what will we do?" Malaska asked.
"Well," Magalona answered, "we are not solving our problem by discussing temperate and tropical so let's move on."
Suddenly a van approached them while a strange guy unloaded their stuff from the luggage compartment then transferred them in the van.
"What do you think you're doing?" Malaska asked fearfully but she tried to speak in a firm tone.
"Loading your stuff inside the van," the man simply answered and went on to do his work.
Malaska asked why he was doing it and as an answer, he presented a badge showing the FLC logo to them and then Malaska realized her mistake and apologized.
"It's alright" the man said, "by the way, I'm Chuck Chase."
As soon as everyone is settled inside the van, Patricia asked Chuck, "How long is this ride?"
"About fifteen minutes," he answered. "Why do you ask?"
"Nothing," Patricia replied as she was looking at her undone nails. "Just wondering when I can do my manicure."
"Patricia!" Franchessca scolded.
After nearly twenty minutes of driving to Bushwell Plaza, they finally alighted off the van and looked around at the place.
"Here is where we'll stay while going to Ridgeway?" Magalona asked in wonder and astonishment.
"I guess," Malaska said. "What apartment?"
"8B" Patricia said "Can we just go there?"
"Why?" Franchessca asked with a teasing note in her voice. "To redo your nails?"
"Sure" Patricia said then she turned to Chuck and scolded him, "I thought this trip would only be fifteen minutes?"
"What's wrong?" Chuck asked.
"It took twenty minutes instead," Patricia complained.
"Is it my fault that the clock ticked so fast?" Chuck asked with a smile.
"Stop it," Franchessca said.
Finally, they entered apartment 8B and unpacked their stuff. Looking around, they saw the gloomy and dusty atmosphere of the apartment.
"This place needs some dusting," Magalona declared.
"I agree," Malaska said as she put her finger off the dirty dresser beside her. "How long has this been used?"
"The doorman didn't say," Franchessca said.
"He's kind of cranky," Magalona complained.
"Not kind of," Patricia joined in. "He really is."
Night approached fast and soon, the girls are fast asleep when suddenly, some shouting thundered outside their room-right outside their room.
"I said we shouldn't be fighting all the time," a high-pitched voice of a girl shouted.
"I didn't come here to be sassed at by you," another female voice which is comparatively lower in pitch yelled back.
