to be determined [A FORMER WATTPAD FEATURED STORY]

TWENTY - SEVEN

My face is pressed into the pillow that smells of lilacs and fresh linen. The people around me are fumbling with their clothes and stuffing them into their drawers.

Today is laundry day.

Most of the men and women are older. Nobody speaks much; there's only a few mumbled words every so often.

Only one woman has spoken to me since I arrived here. Her name is Kyle Danton.

She tells me that she's a woman with a man's name, but that doesn't define who she is. It doesn't matter to her. Her dads didn't really believe in gender roles.

I don't understand what that means, but I don't say anything because she loves to talk without interruptions. Plus I'm a good listener.

Just ask Ki.