I was woken by a nurse. The same one who brought me here the first day.

She shook me awake than handed me a glass of water. Oh good morning, she said, as if she didnt mean to wake me. I scanned the room for Toal, but I couldnt find him. The nurse was fixing his bed, she picked up the pillow and tossed it around to fluff it. I read the pin on her white uniform, it read Jonsy . Your brother is in surgery again. They are testing his brains reflexes. The Governs sent a man to speak with you. My eyes must have bulged halfway out from my head. I didnt ever want to come close to anyone from the Governs. Oh, well I am not really prepared to meet anyone today, Im a bit tired and all. Could you reschedule? I was hoping I could reschedule for never. She almost chuckled. Im sorry Miss Poison, the Govern arent someone you can reschedule with, and they wont be here for about an hour. That should give you enough time to shower and eat a good meal. I gulped. I really dont have anything to wear in front of the Governs, youyou dont think theyd approve of this do you? I said, to make her realize that it was a bad idea to send me in front of the Governs. Well, I was sent an outfit for you, theres a chance you might be on television. A special about how it feels to live with disease. I heard some other doctors in the lobby talking about it. You better get moving the man should be here shortly! Jonsy said as she shut the door behind her. I grabbed the clothing case off Toals bed. I walked into the bathroom, all pearly and white, the shower was cold and clean. The bathing tub in our house was dirty, the scum had been permantly placed there. The water in the shower was brisk and fresh and I felt refreshed. As I stepped out the steam was hot and sticky. I slipped into the silky blue skirt. I have only worn a skirt once in my life, for an event at my mothers sister house. In district 18 suburb. She was an uptight woman with three kids. They always aced tests. She lives in level 12 suburb now. I havent seen her sine I was three. My mother had always wanted to show her up, but when Toal and I failed she cut off contact with her. I wore a tiny fluffy pink skirt, before my parents threw out there money on protests. Sometimes Id wonder if my aunts family watched the slaying, and what their reaction must have been. I stepped out of the bathroom, my blue skirt, white under shirt, and blue over coat. It was the nicest clothes Id ever stepped in. Margot would have cried after seeing such nice fabric. When I go in on rare occasion to by a new poncho, she usually goes on about how much she misses seeing me and how she loves to see that most of my clothes are from her shop. But nothing at Margots shop could ever live up to this. I thought more about what Jonsy said. Why would they put me on a special, especially broadcasting it on television? Sometimes, I would hear of occasions when theyd do a special and keep it in the Governs documents. I thought out long and hard what I should say and how I would act in front of this visitor. What am I saying? Visitor, I am the only visitor here. A visitor is someone who is away from their own home, placed in somewhere unfamiliar, and in most cases awkward. I am the only visitor,

from a level 20 to a level 1. The words bounced around my brain, it made me feel lonely and cold. But thats all I have to act, just be quiet, be humble as you would when visiting someones home. And be polite, talk as little about the bad things and mistakes you and your family may have made. And I know bringing my parents into the conversation would change the whole meaning of this interview. I stepped in to the velvet black heels that felt extremely uncomfortable. I tried to walk a bit and stumbled. The pain was staggering, as I hoped and prayed that wed sit through the whole interview. I examined the heel some more, and noticed the blisters forming on my heel, and tears rolled down my face. Oh Poison, youre brother is in the hospital for weeks, and these high heels are what brought you to tears, I mumbled to myself.

Knock knock! Jonsy said as she crept into the room. Oh dont you look darling! The outfit fits you like a charm! But for your hair and make-up.what shall we do about that? She tapped her chin in hard thought. My hair was still air drying from the shower, and my face was pale. Most people from Level 20 suburb are pale in the face with emerald green eyes. We seldom look tan, like the people in the mid-way suburbs. You look like a level 10 lady!.The women for Level 10 always are the fairest. It has always been that way, long full hair, and the biggest eyes. Well I dont know about that, I do really like this dress. My hair! Its still wet, but the man he should be here in about 15 minutes. I wont have any time; I dont think I have ever done my hair properly, like yours. I started to pace, and trip. Then I finally decided I should remove the heels until it was time for the interview. Then Jonsy came out of her thought. She swung a chair out from the corner. Sit here and just wait I have to get something. I sat down, and I started to get sweaty. I couldnt wreck this interview. I had to make a great impression on this man, maybe the publicity will help earn money for Toal. Jonsy came through the door holding a beiges bag. She pulled out a hair brush some bottles and some make-up. I had seen make-up once or twice in my life. My mother had a few bottles, for rare occasions, and sometimes shed let me try some on. But that was before she became a very active Peace Wanter. I had to clear all thought of my parents and the Peace Wanters out of my mind, I know that if I kept the thought that I would let it slip in the interview. Before I had time to register what was happening, Jonsy was fixing my face with all sorts of things. She plucked some hairs and put some dark reds all over to tone my skin. Then she took the big brush and yanked at my hair. How do you know how to do all this? I asked as she continued to pull through my hair. I have to; its part of my uniform. This is Level 1 remember. Here if you come dressed sloppy, the Governs will be displeased and you will be relocated. I must do this every morning at my home. She said smiling. A routine. I never had a routine, it must be a hassle. I think that life should flow; I know that I make tons of lists, but really everything I do just goes by the hour. I dont know if I could live by that life; on a routine.

Where do you live, there are so many buildings in this city, how do you have space to live? I asked. I know its wrong to be so curious to a mere stranger, but I felt like Jonsy was my friend. I live in an apartment, its a little home inside a big building, there are so many inside one building. Its nice quaint. I get an okay pay here at the hospital, enough that I can afford to live in an okay apartment. Its nice that you have enough to own that little home. She said humbly. Jonsy knew that my house was run down and a mess, but yet she still made it feel like my palace. My job covers it, its like a deal my parents made with the town I suppose. They said that they will always pay half the pay of the house while I work there. I guess my house was nicer while my mother was there to pick up all the time. I try every once in awhile to pick up along the yard and such, but I dont ever have time any longer. The money needs to go into much more appropriate things anyway. I saw Jonsys head drop a little, like she got a touch of sadness from my familys condition. If you dont mind my asking, how did your parents die? Jonsy had to ask. I knew the question would arrive soon. I just never thought I would be prepared. Never mind, I shouldnt ask. I would guess it would be a hard spot for anyone to talk about. I hear a lot of talk that families in the lower suburbs are close, is that true? I couldnt believe she took back the question, I was so relived. I think a sigh actually escaped my body. Then I responded, Not always. When Toal was born we were rather close. But as Toal grew older, we grew apart. My father worked for many hours out of the day as a shop keeper, and my mom was at home. Butwell when my father lost a lot of money on a bad deal, the problems started. My story was interrupted, when Jonsy stepped back. Youre done! Go! Go look in the mirror! She gave me a little push. As I stepped into the pearly room I gazed into the mirror, and saw a stranger staring back. The stranger was lovely and very smiley. I was given more color in my face and my lips were glazed. My hair was pulled back into a nice little bun. I looked like a women, not like a girl. Oh Jonsy! I look wonderful; this will make the best impression on the man! I love to wear the frill! I started to giggle! I dont think I have ever giggled in my whole life, it just wasnt the type of girl I am. I suppose at my early years, my mother was trying to rub it in her sisters face that she had a beautiful daughter. With dashing green eyes, and long skinny legs; I was a very pretty baby. But I never grew up anywhere that would benefit from it. Yes, its is a skill that they look for in the tests. But, it hasnt changed anything, also partly because I cant anymore. Toal was a handsome boy too. He had shaggy red hair as a kid, a sort of runt to the town. But for the most part, people were taken back by his unfamiliar traits. A turn on, as much as my eyes. I was always told that my eyes would win me over the smartest man. Then we would have brilliant beautiful kids, and wed be sent off to a very high suburb. But, that was just some people. The people in the lower level suburbs, dream big. No matter what conditions, they will dream of owning the most richest of things.

But not me. Never did I ever think of what could have been. I think realistically, I have to; for that is what keeps me and Toal sane. If I were ever to tell him to go on and move on to places, I couldnt deal with the blame when he couldnt achieve it. I know that sounds irradicule. But for us, its just being rational. We have to realize that we dont have it made, and we dont have it easy. Toal seems to understand. I could see Jonsy behind me in the mirror, nodding with pleasure. I swirled around and rushed to give her a hug. Thank you Jonsy. I havent ever felt so lovely my entire life. I released my grip on Jonsy and backed away. My hair was extravagant! The loose hairs from the front were pulled back behind my ears. My dark black hair rolled down in neatly curled locks. I have never seen hair placed so properly. As for my face, flawless as can be. I had pure sparkly skin that gave me some color. That was something Id always wanted, every one in the lowest suburbs have cold and cloudy towns. That is what gives us our pale snowy skin. I didnt look like the Poison, I know and lived. I looked like the Poison I wanted, and so did every one else.