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DAY 11
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It was not surprising that I was the first person up. Medea had had about the worst day of her life. She tried to hide it as she could, but she cried half of the night in Lisa’s arms. I only knew because I actually dreamed of her sobs. It was a given Lisa wouldn’t wake up either. Jill had her potion thing going on, Erika and Aria actually tried very hard on the race unlike me who arrived dead last; and then there was Duke… or Lady, supposedly. Transformation must have worn him… her, out.
I had the bathroom all to myself. After making sure that the bottles on the sink would not blow up on me – they were still suspiciously shiny – and washing my face, I decided to start by waking Jill up. It was already close to noon; we had overslept a lot; but we needed it. Jill was the only one I could try talking to without waking anyone other than her. There was also Lady, but I didn’t want to talk with him or her or whatever it was now. If it was up to me, we shouldn’t even have let her sleep in the cabin.
Jill was not easy to wake up. I had to shake her. “Is it morning already?” was the first thing she said after staring at me with one half-shut eye.
“Noon, actually.”
She didn’t process at first, then I could see the realization washing all over her. It was with some tinge of guilty pleasure because she took that dumb stuff way too seriously.
“Wh-what? Already, middle of the day? A-and the…?”
“Calm down or you’ll wake everyone up,” I held her down and she struggled. My hand slipped to her boob and she was acting like that was nothing. That thing that made her overact from yesterday was gone; the effect had worn off, after all.
“No one’s come search for me? Carmen! I made a mess of this, and it’s fine just so long as I take care of it! What do you think it’ll happen if this I let this…”
