“We gotta go” He said, pointing to the door. I just now take the moment to examine it. The door had seven colors painted. Orange, Green, Red, Yellow, Blue, Purple, and Gray. Orange was decorated with plants. Green had books decorating it.  Red had a gun on it. Yellow was decorated with what seemed to be a stage, but I can’t be sure. Blue was decorated with an ocean and animals. Purple had a crystal ball and a crown. Grey’s decoration seemed to be a graveyard, but I can't be for sure. 

“Let’s go.” Zeke reminds me, and he opens the door slowly. As the door opens colores flooded in the hallway. A warm orange. A grass like green. A dark blood red. A light warm yellow, like sunshine. A peaceful purple that looked like lilacs. A dark grey, the grey left an unsettling feeling in my stomach. Zeke nodded. “It’s beautiful aint it?” he laughs.

I nod. He directs me through the doorway. Inside the room had seven sections. 

The one I entered had a rink and two people fighting. They had dark red shirts and red ripped jeans, some had red ball caps with black words for names I assume, others had their name on their shirt. Zeke seemed like he knew everyone there and they knew him. People stared at me suspiciously as though I was a threat.

 Then Zeke yelled “NEWBIE COMING THROUGH. NO DIRTY LOOKS OR I WILL THROW YOU IN PURPLE!” 

No one glared or anything, in fact they all seemed to be doing just the opposite. They all smiled and waved as Zeke dragged me to the middle of the place where there was a room and a door. 

“Okay, walk in the room and come back out when you have finished talking to her, be careful not to make her too angry and hey if you come back in one piece we will see where you end up.” Zeke grins as if he told me a joke and sits on a chair outside the room. 

I opened the door and looked around. I saw white walls and a desk, I saw a window with curtains pulled closed.