Hairless world

« Welcome to real life! First and third Friday of the month, seven pm, fourth white house, second street behind Central station. Discretion indeed »

Today was the day.

I headed to Central Station. Second street behind central station, it could be only one and I found it easily. I counted the white houses and stood front of it. There was no ring. I breathed deeply and tried to push the door: it was opened.
I stepped inside the house in a dark corridor, from there I could hear noise, voices, laughs. I advanced toward the light surely coming from one room at the end of the corridor.
At the end of the dark corridor was one half-opened door and behind it was a room full of people. I could hear the low and monotonous voice of one man speaking about things which I could not understand. I was a little bit scared. After all I did not know where I was and neither why. I just found one piece of paper in one forbidden book of the library and decided to follow the instructions given by it. Maybe I was a fool. This place could be a place of bad people, maybe I could be kidnapped and then murdered or cut in little pieces of meat or...

« You really should enter... » I stood still.
One young man had fully opened the door and invited me to enter with a gesture of his arm. He was smiling.

I entered the room.
It was full, full of men and women, some with that strange hair on their head and lines of thin hairs uppon their eyes. Their sight made me gasp. The same young man who made me come inside whispered:

«  Sit near me, one chair is empty »

The man who was speaking at the center of the room, draped in one black coat with a strange hood, that we could not see clearly his face, stopped to speak and then said with an annoyed tone:
« Now that everybody is here, even those who are late... he said looking pointedly to me, I think I shall continue this briefing ».
I gasped, this man was not very welcoming and his voice was so low and so monotonous. How can one human always speak on the same tone?

The young man near me whispered:

« Do not worry, he 's always like that, he is not a very sociable person behind the fact that he his the responsible of our association. Oh by the way my name is Chris
- I am Julia
- Happy to meet you Julia, Chris told me shaking my hand. Really don't look that disappointed, it is just a briefing of our activities of the year, budget and all, it is boring but it will shortly end!
- What are you doing here exactly?
- Activities, travels, go together to cinema, parties...you see
- Oh.. and they are allowed ? I said pointing discretely the people with hair
- Yes of course, that's why we are different and you too if you came here today!
- I got one slip in one book...
- I know how people come to know, but just few really come and that is because they are different. Are you never feeling that you are quite different from others?
- Others?
- Others human being?
- Yes, sometimes maybe
- We should speak after the briefing, our head doesn't appreciate so much when people don't listen and make noise when he speaks. »

I stopped to speak and went deep into my thoughts. I came into some association of « different people », they did not seem to be harmful but then what was the goal of it? Just fun? Just meeting new people? That was interesting me, I was so bored of my everyday life and my meetings with Roman. Let's see who these people are.

« The head » stopped his speech and everybody started to get up and speak. Some people brought some food and some drinks. Chris offered me one glass.

«  Today was nothing special just the budget of the year, you know the administrative functioning of our association...
- When are the activities then?
- Oh, it depends. You can come when you like it, when you have time, nothing is never an obligation. Be free!
- I see.
- However before joining us you will have some interviews with The head, just to know your motivations, whom you are and to be sure that you do not want to be harmful for this association
- Harmful?
- Some people are
- I am not! I said more vehemently than I wanted »

« Miss...? The black coated man approached me.
- Valon, Julia Valon, I answered with a tremble in my voice
- I wish to meet you next thuesday same place same hour, you are free?
- Euh, yes I will be
- I will see you then Miss Valon. Have a nice evening »

His voice was disturbing me, so monochord. He spoke soflty and politely to me but his voice was still commanding. He was weird.

« He is a little strange man, don 't take tension about him, Chris assured me once again
- yes sure
- Have another drink then! »

I spent the rest of the evening speaking with Chris about the association and our lives. He was 26 and a computer engineer. He did not have this hair on his head, his scalp was completely bold and shining. I did not have the time to look closer at the others, those wearing hairs. I know that they were looking strange for me but not disgusting. Actually there were even looking nice.
O
n that thought I decided to leave the meeting. I thanked Chris for his warm welcoming and left.
« Hope to see you soon Julia... », the young man spoke after me.

I went back to my house content, happy and disoriented. I needed to rest and calm to analyse what happened and what was I going to do in the future. One thing was sure: I spent a very good evening and I really liked that Chris guy!